Splatterday Night Fever

Regrettably he's sick, he's got swellings on his d**k And when he touched his d**k, the swelling busted Pus was splatting all over his face, what a grace Bacterial colonies caused the pain and brought decease Screaming and yelling and bleeding and smelling His foreskin is a pitted flap, musty scrap The bitch he f**ked the day before was only for one night Not more! Now he's pissing blood And his balls just look like mud, that's what he's got Venereal disease Rancid-tasting d**kcheese corrosive like acid Burns holes in his skin Crablike it is spreading over his pallid limps Shapeless is the d**k and his glance is much too big Riddled and defiled A useless lump between his legs, soft like wax While he f**ked that slut he's got a finger in her butt Digging in her shit Her a*shole was a fouling pit, what a hit Dripping, splattering, twisting, melting Porous, damaged, dreadful d**k He drank her pus*y juice, innocence is an excuse Because even children would lick Anything that smells so motherf**king sick, metamorphic So he will understand, his lust has been his end Now he is more intelligent He'd better used his hand, no commend