Tick-Tits

Let's go, Tick-tits!

[Verse 1]
Well have you seen her tits?
When they are covered in ticks
It's shit like that
That makes monks shag their wicks
Say have you seen her ticks?
Sucking on her tits?
Not even dog-tits are better than this
Unless of course they are covered in ticks
What could be better than ticks on your tits?
Except for dick-ticks, all up in the slit
And also, your mother's a whore
The ticks got so big, they won't fit through the door
Have you seen her tits when they're covered in ticks?
Let's all go lick them then pop them with sticks
Tick-tits are growing, they're saggy and grey
And once you fuck tick-tits, you'll never go gay

[Chorus]
Tick-tits
Tick-tits
Tick-tits
Tick-tits, I love
Tick-tits
Tick-tits
Tick-tits, dick-slit, sick shit
Ahhh!

[Verse 2]
Have you seen her tits?
Underneath all of those ticks?
Baggy and saggy and filled up with pus
This is your mom, she hangs out with us
Dammit, I love me some ticks
So do the wops and the micks
And if you don't you oughta
The Mexicans love a big Tick-tit pinata
I am addicted to ticks
And I don't wanna sound like a prick
So many ticks you can't see her at all
If it keeps up like this, she'll be banned from the mall
Now let's set fire to the ticks
It's as easy as flicking your Bic
The tick-titted wonder is bursting with flame
Her tits are on fire, I don't know her name

[Chorus]
Tick-tits
Tick-tits
Tick-tits
Tick-tits, I love
Tick-tits
Tick-tits
Tick-tits, dick-slit, sick shit
Ahhh!

[Bridge]
I got this job on eBay
They sent me to scrape out her flap
Never guessed I'd be so impressed
By her tick-tit dick-slit trap
Just a flopping mass of grayish skin
Oozing ichor from every crease
Did I forget to mention
She's morbidly obese?

Tick! Tits!

Tick! Tits!

Tick-tits
Oh Tick-tits
Please clean out your gash
(Tick! Tits!)
A rugby team is at the door
We really need the cash
(Tick! Tits!)

[Chorus]
Tick-tits
Tick-tits
Tick-tits
Tick-tits, I love
Tick-tits
Tick-tits
Tick-tits, dick-slit, sick shit
Ahhh!

[Solo]

[Bridge 2]
Her suffering is over now
She found death, I pray
Her body so covered in insects
Haven't seen her face for days
Her mung-encrusted 'ginal hole
Became a swarming insect bowl
Baggy and saggy and puffy and gross
The talk of the town!
The toast of the coast!