| The night is young our mouths are drooling
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| For sexual chaos, in the cemetery
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| A headie mung salute to the graveyard perversions that be
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| The tombs went back to far to see
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| So we raged all night on PCP
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| The first body was exhumed the night began
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| We tossed the bitch belly-up on sand
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| A classic mung scenario
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| With me the catcher and Griffin the jumper
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| Positioned for mung driven madness
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| My mouth in front of her rotted pussy
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| Waiting for dead excretions to vomit from the depths of her cunt
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| As his feet left the ground a moment of thruth sent chills down our spines
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| As the boots sank deep in her stomach a tsunami of rot exits her pussy
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| My mouth is filled with puss and insects
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| A hint of embalming fluid lingers in my throat while maggots crawl around my
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| teeth
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| The smell that accompanied this treasure made me gag on the corpse
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| Now covered in vomit, blood, and putrefaction we will move on
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| Juices and discharge
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| The night is young our mouths are drooling for sexual chaos in the cemetery
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| I am a fucking mung machine
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| We won’t stop till we mung this graveyard clean |