yo its necro the s-xorcist, the p-rn king, show me your breasteses, im the best there is the foul sh-t, bounce with me, degrading, depraving, debouchery, your naked on the couch with me. b-tch getting f-cked in your -ss thru your fishnets. cutting queefs, your bound to eat sh-t next. a t-t fest, i’m f-cking dumb blondes til my d-ck is numb hoe lick the sc-m sticking a gun in your c-nt for fun. fakin making believe im raping you choking you makes you c-m. its edge play, be careful, f-ck around and murder you by mistake and leave you dead in the bed slayed. not my intentions. you’ll lick pr-ck til your lips rip the hips split in your cryptic. explicit, s-d-stic, innuendos sl-ts in the windows bimbos dipped in timbos. short black leather skirts, stomach tattoo, glitter panties s-xy belt had to have you. ridiculous p-ssy lips i predicted you be addicted to my d-ck once you lick it. bent you over backwards upside down reverse is more perverse f-cked on the floor first. to a raw verse rippin your clothes off blow my nose off on your hair then i doze off.
what’s your name (whats your name)(the s-xorcist)
who’s ya daddy? (who’s ya daddy?)(necro)
be real, is he rich like me?
has he taken, anytime (anytime),to show, to show you what you need
the raunchiest, flaunt your t-ts. im the h-rn–st fornicating, torturing cl-ts a p-rn genius. with a long p-n-s diggin’ up your organs jiggin you, stabbing you, friggin you, im to big for you. you got a tight sphincter, you need one in the pink and one in the stink, till liquid magentas drippin’ outta your -ss ill c-m in your drink. p-ss in your face spit in your mouth f-ck what you think. sh-t on your blouse, then kick you outta my house naked and sl-t take it that’s what initiations about. an official occasion to go all out, f-ck a b-tch in the -ss ’til her colon falls out. rubbin’ oil all over you fat round -ss, smack it, abuse it, lick it,then pound it fast. stick it continuously when i get in you i strenuously pin you to the floor and generously f-ck your g spot rapidly, happily, dapily to the boombapity beat. the s-xorcist, the next to blitz and blow up some b-tch go get your hair fixed prepare your lips. for f-ll-t– you sp-cey hoe, the ratio of your brain to if usable is way too low your made to blow you’re a delicious nutritious dish of fish an official b-tch.