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letra de necrotic copulation - demented bastards

[verse 1: shadowx]
i like it when they’re pale and motionless
ghostly skin, just before the state of bloated-ness
have s-x inside of caskets, frail and forgotten
bringing a new meaning to a nail in the coffin
see, death is life and life is death with flies hatching
graves dug for stiffs in the cold
demented mind require head and spine back and face-f-cked her withering skull

[verse 2: bodyrott]
buried to bust as i forcefully thrust
tearing the skin insidе of her cold dead c-nt
easier it bеcomes to enter and exit her holes
blood from the entrances lubricates the tolls
flesh from the p-ssy slides out as i retreat
give a new meaning to beating the meat
tearing her br–sts as i finally release
necrotic cunnilingus i wait to bring peace

[verse 3: ware-wolff]
my hand still wrapped around the dying neck of a beaten wh0re
released inside as i watch the life leave the eyes as i adore
a deplorable craving, a morbid case of deprave-ment
her ways torn open, splattered on pavement, ej-cul-ting in her gut
her disfigured form is cut into a puddle of gore and sl-t
the gray in the pigment gets me up, a fetish for rotten ended c-nts
a shapeless figure invigorates me with the face completely blown out
with the heater i put around to her pretty little mouth
i just love her aroma, her flesh, she wreaks of death and acetone
like pesticides from her insides, we lie in puddles of blood and bone
[verse 4: isp]
necrotic, i’m feeling it
a part of me from the beginning
tearing at the grave site, the shovel’s in my sight
death is beauty, have her reliving through me
having this sudden contemplation of, contemplation of that bucket
kid’s a little sin but i can work it and jerk it
no gag reflex, obscene s-x scenes
all up in her -n-l hole with my d-ck and pull
pull it out and back in her mouth it go (oh no)
ride her back for a minute, really gotta finish it
still a little bit of sh-t on her tit from my d-ck
shove it in her p-ssy, making a little girl ashamed
ravage and thrusting, what’s left and the blood starts rushing like she’s cumming
or squirting, but i won’t stop ’til i hear the moaning

- demented bastards

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