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letra de light my fire – necro

(slit, f-ckin’ slit)
(wink wink)
(wink wink)

uh uh
f-ckin’ wh-r-bags

your t-ts are greased up
you better clean the yeast up
i like a clean sl-t
aids between your b-tt will get your spleen cut
i’ll bang you hard as i strangle you f-ckin’ you from an angle
that penetrates your -n-l prostate gland saliva dangle
to your mouth b-tches that demand action get ramsacked
and c-ck jam-packed in thier tw-t bashin’ the -ss in
or b-tches into fashion, sinful p-ssion
puffin’ hash in a bong trash dance in a thong
cause hooker likes when people watch us f-ck
so she could feel like she’s a p-rn star
well she’s f-ckin’ me cause she’s starstruck
my tongue is in your crotchless panties
the tartness is sweet like starches in starburst candy
b-tches hate me but they love a d-ck, inside thier slit
where the glove fit, heating up like an oven lit
your mine, your perfect, that’s the verdict
the pervert will vertically twist you and lick you while you jerk it
work it you’re all babes doin’ it
b-tches down to drink p-ss, fluid, plus manure sh-t

come on baby, light my fire (suck my d-ck)
come on baby, light my fire (show me your t-ts)
try to set the night on fire (rub your cl-t)
girl we couldn’t get much higher (you’re a f-ckin’ twit)

what const-tutes you bein a prost-tute
you lickin’ doodie shoots, for lots of loot till you gotta puke
drinkin’ up shots of fluid, even if you don’t wanna do it
you’ll be a true wh-r- once you get through the manure
a whole piece down your esophagus, what an accomplishment
everyone should awknowledge it you’re a pig that could swallow sh-t
we’ve got different opinions
you feel women should be christians
sitting home knitting and watching children
i feel women should be stripping and sinning
syringes in em’ trippin’ while thier pimp brain washes them in a building
you od’d now you’re hooked up to an intravenous
it’s a minor inconvenience, from the hospital bed you’ll suck p-n-s
you’re not exempt, from being a wench
as long as both of your lips are —-?
you could be dead and i’ll still pay my rent
you’ll eat the doodie from a swollen bowel
a putrid, long, stinky piece that’s brown like colin powell


you’re on fire
you’re syphilis, infected cl-toris
is burnin’ with desire
(wink wink)

- letras de necro