[Verse 1: Cannibal Corpse]
Never pass on getting some ass from goth women
Got a strap on wanting my ass? I won’t let her
Gonna have her neck in a grasp I won’t let up
Getting mad huh? Piss on the track and all in her
Bastard calling me dad got problems uh?
Have young spitting this crap is wrong heh uh
All a bout my dick in her ass It’s logged in her
Spit trash I’m sick in the head won’t fall victim
Hitting having a hand a whole Harlet huh
Hitting lacking the mass can’t knock it uh
Hella hard a home run I got this uh
Makeup tail and ass cannot miss her
Mans hard spitting it raw like what’s in her
Ass robbed gifting her head a god victim
Cannot give her a pass I’m all in for
Grabbing a bit of that ass I won’t let her go, heh

[Verse 3: Cannibal Corpse]
Welcome back
You think you just lеave and come right back? Well you’rе right about that
Now stop with the sobbing sobbing
The Molly outta get this party started
Got a 40 molty to get ya fixture
Xananx off her ass she had to much!
And holy!
(FACK)
She’s foaming up at the mouth
This convulsing slut is passing out
I mean holy fuck I had my doubts
She said open up she’s down and out
Just hold me, fuck, now grab the pouch
The codeine ups start drowning out
The adrenaline pump, sedative slumps
Better she’s up I give her a pounding now
Not like Chris Brown, like Jonny Sins
Shut up get down and swallow ten
Make up for the shit out you got me in
Take your shit get out but make sure to call again
Maybe next time call your friend
I prolly should’ve called her then
The Molly got me falling in
A state of confidence