Gorgasm Lyrics
Gorgasm Lyrics
"Coprophiliac Lyrics"
Six Barrel Shotgun Lyrics
I'll kill you all with a six barrel shotgun I'll kill you all with a six barrel shotgun, but I need you so I turned my fingers from the trigger baby
I'll kill you all with a six barrel shotgun I'll kill you all with a six barrel shotgun, but I need you so I turned my fingers from the trigger baby
Rage overwhelms me
Perverted heinous sights to show
Covered in excrement
From my head to the floor
Experience death your pain now ends
Even though you are dead
Pouring shit into your head
Half torn rectum starts my drool
Bloody shit starts to fall
Gagging on my stool and balls
Probing
Aw C'mon Lyrics
I wanna kiss kiss kiss But you don't want to, but you don't want to A kiss should be such bliss But you don't want to but you don't want to
through the puckered anusI wanna kiss kiss kiss But you don't want to, but you don't want to A kiss should be such bliss But you don't want to but you don't want to
I will stick my finger in
Smearing shit across my grin
Bathing in your excrement
On my body it will splatter
Chewing on your fecal matter
Rip your ass wide
Extract it out
The smell of hot shit
Lubricates my mouth
Even though you are dead
Pouring shit into your
Satan's Child Lyrics
You always like to dress in black To mourn the feelings that you lack Sorrow, anger, hurt and pain Forever on attack Always saw the other v
headYou always like to dress in black To mourn the feelings that you lack Sorrow, anger, hurt and pain Forever on attack Always saw the other v
Half torn rectum starts my drool
Bloody shit starts to fall
Gagging on my stool and balls
Probing through the puckered anus
I will stick my finger in
Smearing shit across my grin
Bathing in your excrement
On my body it will splatter
Chewing on your fecal matter
Coprophilism driving me
How will I know Lyrics
Baby how will I know When I’ll meet an angel How will I know That I should go, baby, go Baby how will I know When I’ll meet an angel
until I'm throughBaby how will I know When I’ll meet an angel How will I know That I should go, baby, go Baby how will I know When I’ll meet an angel
Writhing in feces now I masturbate your stool
Rectal samples dug out wide
Innards brought forth outside
Keeping me satisfied
Pummeled form now denied
Addicted to logs of feces
And the stench of your dead asshole
Lubricated with diarrhea
Ravenous fecal freak