I Dig Your Wife

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Felonious Klaw

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You're restrained like, Suge Knight
As he protests his need for stripes
But unless you're, Wesley Snipes
You'll remain chained to my basement pipes
Until your face up in a lake, placid like, Betty White
I guess reality is a hard thing for both of us to fight

I'ts not a matter, of wrong, or right
It's just that when they're still alive everytime
I pry open those fucking thighs, it doesn't get me tight
You're wife's a different plight though
When I intend to end her life
I'll just show up at her fresh gravesite, at 10:30 at night

Do you think I'm unnerved by a filthy shirt
A piece of ass, at least to me, is worth
A couple of hours of work disturbing dirt
Then you give the shovel a jerk to rip the burial skirt
And that unearths just enough of its girth for your dick to insert

You see, chest compressions are administered
To reinstate breath
But I like to molest breasts
Passed the point of  their appointed death
I just hop on her ship deck and use my dick to steer the wreck
Churning through the depths like the tragic conquest of the, Mary Celeste

Swiping like a reapers scythe
Flesh cut into like a knife
Striking like a cobra's bite
Digging deeply in your wife

Judging by the sight of fright
Shining from my helmet light
As I thrust with all my might
You know, I really dig your wife

Swiping like a reapers scythe
Flesh cut into like a knife
Striking like a cobra's bite
Digging deeply in your wife

Judging by the sight of fright
Shining from my helmet light
As I thrust with all my might
You know, I really dig your wife

I'm on her death bed
Trying to cum on her dead spread
Before the rigor mortis makes it resemble a sea tortoise's head
its true her inner walls may
May eject  a wrenching stench
But the degression of flesh
Keeps her perfectly wet for sex

You think of a diamond rock
When You have a romantic thought
I think of a jaw dropping off
While it's locking around my cock
Then unpropping the log, that I used to hold the coffins top
There goes my reebox from the plot!, as the lid slams and relocks

Then When I get a chance to finally stop
I watch bloodclots slide off my tube socks
In bright red, vermillion drops
Then get out the lube, and glob it on all my private spots
finishing off to the thought, of how another corpse rots

So as for you, would you like to be stabbed, hung, or shot?
I don't give a f*ck, I'm really open to any option you got
But you'll have to quickly pick though, or just I'll act like I forgot
And dispose you, like cotton gobbed up, n an ovulating twat

Swiping like a reapers scythe
Flesh cut into like a knife
Striking like a cobra's bite
Digging deeply in your wife

Judging by the sight of fright
Shining from my helmet light
As I thrust with all my might
You know, I really dig your wife

Swiping like a reapers scythe
Flesh cut into like a knife
Striking like a cobra's bite
Digging deeply in your wife

Judging by the sight of fright
Shining from my helmet light
As I thrust with all my might
You know, I really dig your wife

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