Feasting On The Flesh

(Words: Phil Holland)
(Music: Prophecy)

Spread your legs far and wide, stick my tongue way deep inside lick
Your pussy all around, feel you wiggle on the ground
Slowly I tongue-fuck your hole
Taste your juices as they flow back and forth I lick your clit
Eatin' pussy is the shit
Feel your furry, hot wet hole lick your pussy, even more!
Bend you over on the floor, fuck you like a nasty whore smell
Your nasty vaginal stench, make you scream and beg for more
Bite your lips and make them swell
Juices gushing like a well lick and suck your furry snatch
When I eat pussy there is no match
Feel your furry, hot wet hole
Lick your pussy, even more!
Ooor, soon you start to cry... now it's time to die!!
(SOLO (Braxton))
Something overtakes my soul and I want to cut you up with a spoon
Knife, and a fork I disembowel your cunt
Pull intestines with my teeth and lick up all the pus
Now that you are lifeless I go back to taste your muff
Spread your legs far and wide
Stick my tongue way deep inside lick your pussy all around
Feel you wiggle on the ground
Slowly I tongue-fuck your hole, taste your juices s
They flow back and forth I lick your clit
Eatin' pussy is the shit bend you over on the floor
Fuck you like a nasty whore smell your nasty vaginal stench
Make you scream and beg for more
Bite your lips and make them swell
Juices gushing like a well lick and suck your furry snatch
When I eat pussy there is no match
Bleeding, dismembered, torn apart feeling the rage of the beast
That you have scorned
Feasting on the flesh feasting on the flesh feasting on the flesh