Biscuits For Smut

Served up in the backyard Cooked too long on high Flying out the window Even dogs have pa*sed them by Didn't know she was tied up Better fed than forced Time to meet the protagonist Boy, he never showed remorse Choking on the one thing His tongue had gotten too fat A barely walking dead man Seemed to know where he was at Drive himself to the airport Getting out of here Overworking the small town The law couldn't get too near Come on smut You might've stayed You might've stayed You might've stayed You might've stayed Come on