| Legs tied to bed
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| Ass spread for my shotgun barrel to slide in
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| Ass spread for my shotgun barrel to slide in
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| Buttcheeks tightly clenching with fear of inexplicable pain
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| Pouring hot-sauce down the crack for torturous lubrication
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| As I twist it in as far as it will go, I watch your brain
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| Fly out into bits. |
| I f*cking squeezed the trigger too early
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| I don’t understand how one head covers an entire room
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| Looking at the walls, I notice strung out pieces of your guts
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| I blew holes out your back. |
| Now they’re smoking from the massive boom
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| I blew holes out your back. |
| Now they’re smoking from the massive boom
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| Building a rage. |
| You’re dead too early At least I got to f*ck your pussy
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| I empty my gun into your ass
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| Your stomach bursted onto the sheets
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| Yeah! |
| I just can’t stop playing with myself
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| While I gulp down your flesh, not chewing
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| I can’t breathe from swallowing so fast
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| Huge veins in my neck just keep swelling
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| Shotgun
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| Blasts
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| In The Ass
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| I push intestines down my throat. |
| They’re so smooth on the way down
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| I cleanse my face with your shit. |
| Left in shame, you will be found |