| Bent across the wall, held she cannot budge
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| With the broken bottle in my hand I cut her arse like fudge
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| Blood pours on my shirt, the wench begins to whine
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| As violent pain and agony tickles up her spine
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| He laughs and licks his lips as her bowels drop on the floor
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| Watching as she floods the ground with putrid grime and gore
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| The pain inside it gets too much, his victim passes out
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| He stamps and hits and batters hard and kicks her while she’s down
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| Rectal rape with splintered glass
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| Pushed with force up the victims arse
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| Razor slices need to be stitched
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| As the arse cheeks split to bits
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| Feeling numb, beaten, abused
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| Lying still. |
| after being abused
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| Fuck… Your…Arse…With broken glass
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| Fuck your arse with broken glass
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| These sick pleasures people find
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| From raping people from behind
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| Bent across the wall, held she cannot budge
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| Bottle in my hand, I cut her arse like fudge
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| Blood pours on my shirt, the wench begins to whine
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| Pain and agony tickles up her broken spine
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| Fuck… Your…Arse…With broken glass
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| Fuck your arse with broken glass |