G.g. Allin F..ck The Dead
I f..ck the dead, I love 'em when they're cold
I f..ck the dead, I slide my cock through their mold
I f..ck the dead, I love 'em when you're cold
I f..ck the dead, I slide my cock through their mold
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Your rotten smell turns me on
I will not admit your gone
I'll lick your lips and eat your maggots too
I'll f..ck your ass, your tits and butthole too
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I f..ck the dead, I slide my cock right through their mold
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