Clarissa Explains Cuntainment Lyrics

The horror they leave in threes they always do I'm holding hands with the devil while you make your deal with Jesus so let me milk your prostate with the unborn meat fingers - Horrible your eyes implode with Lucifer's hammer so you don't watch its satisfaction guaranteed the horror this condemned end of life there are dead one wounded you just should have planted the rotten seeds inside your grandmother she could afford the abortion three are dead what was it what was it occupying your mind into the vaginal secretion Ill drop my rotten seed to you its time to trash the fetal tissue its time to trash the fetal tissue one two there four five six.