Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Splatterday Night Fever, artist - Pungent Stench. Date of issue: 14.08.2006
Song language: English
Splatterday Night Fever |
| Regrettably he’s sick, he’s got swellings on his dick |
| And when he touched his dick, the swelling busted |
| Pus was splatting all over his face… what a grace! |
| Bacterial colonies caused the pain and brought decease |
| Screaming and yelling and bleeding and smelling |
| His foreskin is a pitted flap… musty scrap |
| The bitch he fucked the day before was only for one night |
| Not more! |
| Now he’s pissing blood |
| And his balls just look like mud… that’s what he’s got! |
| Venereal disease |
| Rancid-tasting dickcheese, corrosive like acid |
| Burns holes in his skin |
| Crablike it is spreading over his pallid limps |
| Shapeless is the dick and his glance is much too big |
| Riddled and defiled |
| A useless lump between his legs… soft like wax! |
| While he fucked that slut he’s got a finger in her butt |
| Digging in her shit |
| Her asshole was a fouling pit… what a hit! |
| Venereal disease |
| Rancid-tasting dickcheese, corrosive like acid |
| Burns holes in his skin |
| Crablike it is spreading over his pallid limps |
| Dripping, splattering, twisting, melting, porous, damaged, dreadful dick |
| He drank her pussyjuice, innocence is an excuse |
| Because even children would lick |
| Anything that smells so motherfucking sick… metamorphic! |
| So he will understand, his lust has been his end |
| Now he is more intelligent |
| He’d better used his hand… no commend! |
| Venereal disease |
| Rancid-tasting dickcheese, corrosive like acid |
| Burns holes in his skin Crablike it is spreading over his pallid limps |