Caught it crawling up the panties of the broad

Like wormy guts snatch baddy rats the ugly from beyond

Or was it cause I brawl so bad that nothing gets me off

The classy jug smells bad, it makes me sick to suck at all

I kill it saw the soapy snake makes meat go bad

You kill it saw the meat in half makes 41

Like 1,000 dead ants form to make a dancing skeleton

I'd kill 10,000 men

No access from beyond

Pray to get my crimey from the taboo of the cage

Like holes to get in graves to get in cherrys getting paid

White slime on his face he's screaming "oh my god"

That very tender age

Underrated form of blood

Baby's got a mullet and I'm your very tender friend

Limp hair to get his goblin kill bitch

Nobody likes this thread

Like hanging like a doll to make me put me in his bed

I swear I'll eat again

No access from beyond

I got caught crawling into the hole inside of my head

King worm says "it's hard to take, no one ever escapes"

Like dark agent fights the man who japed himself twice

Like a dirty 90 night flight, fight us all till nighty night night

Worms A-OK, but his nose cut for spite

And I can taste it, you can't smell shit

Reproducing up my spine like a spore that hurts my mind

All the words are mean, nice, my he does fellate

Mutate tonight to hate quote what spake light

Just bare it in this might sink in wait for it

Like a real life spoilage

Like a real life simulated spoilage

I fucked this dude, right?

Blew his piece off cause he can't screw right

What a waste cause I could see his eyes

And I would rather see his thighs

And I can relate to that

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I asked the Dr. Crawley never ever get me hot

A headless, spineless, formless creature finds its way up, makes its way out

And it likes this taste, eats your face, then it turns the lights out, such a waste right?

On this ride like a thot on some spite

Oh this bassist, ro rollist

Like anus crawler kind of tourist

Right or mistake? Sew his head onto mine

And they say vore is like a flavor that can roll up your spine

The clampy cousin fucks the lobster like hes trying not to cry

Fuck I'm tall, lets go sailing

Lets get lost in the sky this time

Whats wrong with mine and this city of crime

Like anothering

And I'm sick and I wanted to vibe