i met her at a donkey show. she was minutes past thirteen.
sucking on a cherry yoo-hoo. reading “nugget” magazine.
c*m splattered tube-top. scrawny pre-p*b* t*ts.
that’s when i saw she was quadraplechick.
and i said “baby you’re looking good”
that’s when i noticed her legs were wood
i grabbed a stump and dragged her out the door
i need a hole i don’t need no hips
i laid a line of c*ke on her t*ts
that’s when i ripped off her dirty sh*t-filled drawers
chorus: good, should, could, i think it feels pretty good [x2]
so good, so good, so good, so good, so good, so good [x a lot]
it wasn’t nothing pretty, she took my genital germ
her limbless body thrashed about filled with infected sperm
i criss-crossed with the cables, i smashed her face through a door
they found her in a plastic bag down by highway 64
and i said “baby your looking good”
that’s when i saw her legs were wood
and all you people…
you just can’t understand
i need a hole i don’t need know hips
i need the taste of d*ck on my lips
i f*cked her *sshole with a piece of frozen sh*t