Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song A Fowl Fetish, artist - Cretin. Album song Freakery, in the genre Метал
Date of issue: 17.04.2006
Record label: Relapse
Song language: English
A Fowl Fetish |
I’m a rapist of poultry |
Plucked, stuffed, and cooked |
My recipe for love |
Comes from a cookbook |
You might call it sick |
But you’d be mistaken |
I’m fowly in love |
Nude beneath my apron |
Lovingly prepping |
My prizewinning game hen |
Tongue-kiss the neck hole |
Fingering her rear end |
Massaging in spices |
Culinary foreplay |
My bumpy-fleshed lover |
A finger lickin' good lay |
The turkey gobbles |
The rooster crows |
My glistening meat baster |
Swells and grows |
Dressing for sex with a twist |
Spread her thighs, I grease my fist |
I work the stuffing in her hole |
Knees buckle when I lose control |
I set the oven to cook real quick |
And push the button with my dick |
Lighting candles sets the mood |
As I prepare to fuck my food |
A breast or thigh |
Neck or wing |
My original or crispy |
Sex cuisine |
The scent of my lover |
Hangs thick in the air |
Through the oven window |
I masturbate and stare |
My lust overwhelms me |
Throw open the door |
Scalding my hands |
I mount her on the floor |
I plunge my cock into her meat |
The steaming juices feel so sweet |
Our fevered thrusting shakes the walls |
Homemade stuffing burns my balls |
She falls apart and cannot last |
I shove a drumstick up my ass |
Clawing at her tender breasts |
I cum and then I eat the rest |