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letra de cock and bovine torture - bovine gang

[verse 1: j-dog]
i got a splinter in my d-ck and a hickey on my c-ck
my dad like l!ckitung when we kiss, and we dock
bardiche on my d-ck, corey quick, l!ckety-spl!ck!
rubber band on gland, metal brand in hand
cauterized c-ck, beer-battered, knackered knackers
b-lls crunch like snickers, tchaikovsky with the nutcracker
stop, j-dog drinking boba
me and angeltouch pull up in a landrover
skittles at the servo, put em’ up my c-ck, make me squeal
i don’t care about the blood, i just want to feel the motherf-cking pain!
f-ck jimin, c-ck and bovine torture!

[chorus: pinhead]
i’m a virgin but i still act dirty in the bed at night
cuz’ i never showеr ay, still you better treat mе right
if you don’t, i’ll crush your testes like i’m making mashed potatoes
boil and assault em’ til your crotch is only full of craters
latex mayhem when you’re wrapped up like a wonton at the start
i’ll look you in the f-cking eye, when i tear your c-ck apart
bovine gang on c.b.t
make your f-cking c-ck faulty
c-ck and bovine torture is the motherf-cking bovine specialty!

[verse 2: rpe-knight]
oui, on ya b-tch like greg doucette’s toast
my macros got micro, but i ain’t tryna boast
my ex b-tch do face pulls like athlean-x
but my new cow is bovine we spending them cheques
death stranding like bb but bt’s they see me
c.b.t on mc, nether regions be empty
call up chilled cow yeah they wanna be me
stand up on my money, i’m long like linguini
these rats want my cheddar, i only got brie
stomp em’ like wah with my boy, waluigi
j-dog, bud, pass me a pepsi
[chorus: pinhead]
i’m a virgin but i’m f-cking filthy in the bed at night
i don’t know what a shower is, still, you’d better treat me right
electrocute your n-ts-ck, voltage for a box compactor
split your p-n-s like an atom in a nuclear reactor
radiation burns to your entire schl-ng and crotch’
tear your p-b-s out one by one, area as bald as notch
machete to the foreskin, but this ain’t no circumcision
flay the c-ck like gutted fish, stream it live on television!

[end chorus: all]
we’re all virgins but we have no sense of f-cking cleanliness
the paddock is a godd-mn mess, our udders smell like f-cking p-ss
invert your p-n-s inside out, reverse the stream of urinating
soy milk drinkers, bondage lovers, when they’re f-cking concubating
d-ckcraft with my homie mike, magic when his grundle tight
arson with his -rs- on fire, when we set that taint alight
bovine gang on c.b.t
make your f-cking c-ck faulty
c-ck and bovine torture is the motherf-cking bovine specialty!

- bovine gang

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