| We come into your whorehouse
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| We want some clits to eat
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| Loads and loads and loads of them
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| That’s what we f**kin' need
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| A flithy clit in our mouth
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| Rancid smell of women breed
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| Eating, licking, biting, bleeding
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| The taste of clit we find neet
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| You always make us eat
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| You make us want to breed
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| Upon clits we spill our seed
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| Eat clit or die!
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| We know what we want
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| We know what we need
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| We don’t need to repeat ourselves
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| Lay down on your sheets
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| Spread your f**kin' legs
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| And don’t try to f**king breathe
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| A f**kin' clit in our mouth
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| Iss what we want to eat
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| (Repeat chorus x2) |