Cretin piosenki

I’m a rapist of poultry Plucked, stuffed, and cooked My recipe for love Comes from a cookbook You might call it sick But you’d be mistaken I’m fowly in love Nude beneath my apron Lovingly prepping My prizewinning game hen Tongue-kiss the neck hole...

Cockfight Cockfight Filthy bums and lunatics Surprising people with their dicks Cockfight Cockfight Pouncing with their genitals Slapping with their testicles In the city depths Behind alley streets Lives a grotesque club Of homeless cretin freaks...

I'm woken with a piss shower In their filthy shack I can't remember how they got me Or why I'm tied down on my back Three cretins hold me hostage And make me play their games The leader has a tiny head And rapes me everyday His friend is missing all h...

Smearing honey on his body, waiting for the bugs He knows his habit's gotten bad, but it's too damn fun Nothing could prepare him for the way they make him feel Insects tickle, make him giggle, lapping up their meal Gets his jollies, creepy-crawlies danci...

I found her at the dump one day The landfill a makeshift garbage grave Trash strewn around the mound where she lay Someone strangled her and threw her away Their loss my gain Squeezing tits until nipples pop Gulping down the fluid spoiled, rancid, and ho...

I didn’t want a son I got one anyway Little boys have nasty Things between their legs I’d rather have a girl A dolly I can dress My pretty little princess A transgender success Daddy’s little girl Daddy’s little girl Dressing him in drag He’s confu...

Everyday you'll find her out there Crouched down on her knees Rain or shine she spends some time Yet her yard is full of weeds One day while watching from my window And much to my surprise I found out her dirty secret She tried so hard to hide Normal...

"Freakery." "Freakery?" "Freakery," he whispered in my ear while others clapped that strange jig. They made me dance. Once, crawling, chased my feet for laughs. Chained to the post where they served me slop, I tried to match their rhythms, but they'd swap...

Gross. they say i ate you in the womb, that mom had no room. your teeth, hair and fingernails in my brain explain why i'm not smart. doctors cut you out. mom kept you in a baggie. i glued your parts into a doll & do you like your little cape? We ride my...

I was eating ice cream when it happened, when she staggered into the mall. It was hard to see her features, welted purple as she was. You heard before you saw it, the buzzing, all those bees clouding like a storm. People panicked, flapping arms as if to fly aw...

Fire is the great fixer. Dad taught me that. His last words were, "Boy, if you've got a problem, fix it with fire." Then the cancer took him. We never even hugged. He kept making me repeat it. The next day, I got in a wreck. I suppose you heard this on the n...

She'd started to suspect that he'd been poisoning her meals. Sleep was rare and thin. When she returned after work, dinner was steaming on the stove, but he was gone. Usually, he'd be whistling (that song she couldn't place). She dropped her briefcase, tied he...

Long ago I spotted It: my double--every feature, perfect. It grinned as if to say, "We start and only end when one is dead." I swallowed all the pills prescribed, agonizing how to hide when It knew to look, and running was doomed since It owned my stride. I...

Trampin life for me. You sometimes spy us passin by rails and gutters, alleyways and highways on the sly. Lies been told and now we hobos follow one of two men, I guess you call em generals or some likewise thing. Quit my buskin, beatin trains, back door bum...

Shambling down the roadside Cheering as he goes A manic, flailing cretin In filthy, tattered clothes Dead things are his playmates He takes them in his care Clutching limbs and tails He whips roadkill through the air He uses them in puppet shows Hung...

An old man's at the department store But he's not shopping today Stroking mannequins with wrinkled hands He clumsily masturbates Stealing plastic arms and legs So he won't hurt real women Fulfills his need by painting seed On half-dressed mannequins...

"Mary is coming," she kept telling them. No one had a clue that she was talking about her baby, mainly because she wasn't pregnant. Secretly, she had stalked the woman down the street, timing the attack so the baby would live through it, but after knocking the...

Goddamn teachers, never appreciating what I do, never looking me in the eye, and the children, just as bad, cleaning up their mess, throwing food just to spite me, chanting, "Mister Frye, the janitor guy, Mister Frye with the lazy eye," and smiling, mopping, I...

She is not calm till sheathed within Her black constrictive latex skin From head to toe no flesh exposed A Rubber Doll to fuck and pose An eyeless mask engulfs her face Her features swallowed in its tight embrace Her breathing heaves, she moans with lus...

From the depths Of the brain A stream of cussing I can't refrain Violent breath Mental curse Go from normal straight to terse People laugh Faces scowl Words are blue and very foul Spittle flies Chin is wet Goddamn motherfuck—Tourette’s They say I’...