I Dig Your Wife

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 fuck, 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