Lyrics Mr toodling - Phazm

Mr toodling

I’m looking for the Death’s hand to come
I’ll still be smiling when she’ll take form
'Would yoy like a cigar, you’re welcome !'
I can’t wait to be filled with worms
I’m doing a grind on every crack
I’ll keep on blasting every snatch
Until my big clobbers get empty
From this melting resinous spunk
Killing the little man in the boat
Stupid cow, you sing like a goat
Your pain fits my ecstasy so well
I wanna hear ya, sweet hussy !
My name is Firky, Firky Toodling
Alias the mad brown-Eye-Bugger
I’m rising from the dead to screw you all
My rotten lobcock will stick you to the wall