I had hoped for more of a struggle
From this world as it died years ago.
Corpses still feeling good about a fifty-dollar blowjob.
Corpse still pussy-crapping ADD-encoded stillbirth.
Corpses still going dancing. cell phones all going off at once.
Looking fucking retarded for fucking retards.
Hustling up a cold necrophilic fuck.
Writer(s): Richard Johnson, James Randall, Joseph Hull, Carl Schultz
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