Young whore screaming, stunned from behind
Inhaling the squirt, cunthole gaping like grave
Drought cunt unthirsted by barbwired knife
Cleansing, crying, grinding the place you called womb
I need more
Park the van at nursing home, my place to look for score
My cock wont feel those filthy fucking whores anymore
And then i see retired lady taking off her bra, blood
fills my cock as i rush to the door
Now ringing her doorbell, the love of my life
Grandmas rectum cookie and cunthole in my maggoted whipped cream
Kick her gut to force her down
The load still growing in my pants as i
shove my fist in analcunt, her eyes start to shine
She says ''O boy you got the moves, my cunt demands your blues''
She grabs my head, like a bear, and chokes me with her rotting cuntcave
Fiery yet fluid, the Pennsylvania band's second LP plays like a supercut of death metal's biggest selling points. Bandcamp Album of the Day Jul 20, 2023