Cough up your money

Bi-curious husbands with seven-year itches

A nip and a tuck and you'll have me in stitches

I can't feel a thing, means the anesthesia is working

I'm your ultrasound dead giveaway. Caught in arrhythmia drift

A miscarried mothers milk, a schizophrenic's facelift

My eye candy rots, I can't feel a thing

The lunatic is just wild life roaming, on the loose and rabid-foaming

No gag reflex means the novocain is working

Give me a shot baby our reproductive glands won't feel a thing

Our bastard children means the birth control is working