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Her taste, much like wine
Died squealing like a swine
Never seen a dead body look so fine
How beautiful the decay
I wonder if she can still spray
If she can I'm a fan
I fucked your dead mother
Slipped right under the covers
Ahhhhhhh
Uggggghh
Oooh
Agh
Can't decide which is my favourite orifice
Can't stop the need to want more of this
The slit on her throat
Or the one way below
Ahhhhhhh
Oooooooh
Uagh
Ah
Well I guess I fucked your mom
The gravekeeper's name is John
I should get the fuck out of here
Don't want them to know that I'm queer
Ugggggghh
How beautiful the decay
I wonder if she can still spray
If she can I'm a fan
I fucked your dead mother
Slipped right under the covers
Can't stop the need to want more of this
The slit on her throat
Or the one way below
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Casting black spells on your grave
Turning you into my leper slave
Cursing dark Hell on your name
For my Satanic cock you still grave
I killed you a thousand times before
But you're still my stupid lustful whore
You think I need your cunt but I don't
It's you needs my cock you toilet float
Bwah
Eeeah
Oooohagh
Oooooooooooh
Your skullfucking already happened once
Too bad you're still a fucking dunce
Wear your hat you stupid fucking cunt
'Cause you know that my cock is not a runt
A ritual to bring you back to life
To gut you again with my knife
Causing you so much eternal strife
Dead you are more tolerable as a wife
Casting spells on your grave
Casting spells on your grave
Blegh
Oooooooooooooooh
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Pepsi
02:57
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[Groans of a tortured demon]
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