Tick-Tits(Explicit) - Gwar

Tick-Tits - GWAR
作曲 : GWAR
Lets go Tick-*****!
Well have you seen her *****?
When they are covered in ticks
It's *****t like that
That makes monks ***** their wicks
Say have you seen her ticks?
Sucking on her *****?
Not even dog-***** are better than this
Unless of course they are covered in ticks
What could be better than ticks on your *****?
Except for
*****-*****, all up in the slit
And also, your
Mothers a whore
The ticks got so big they won't fit through the door
Have you seen her ***** when they're covered in ticks
Let's all go lick them then pop them with sticks
Tick-***** are growning, they're saggy and grey
And once you ***** tick-***** you'll never go gay
Tick-*****,
Tick-*****
Tick-*****,
Tick-*****
I love Tick-*****,
Tick-*****
Tick-*****, *****-slit, sick *****t uuuugghhh
Have you seen her *****?
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 outta...
The Mexicans love a bug
Tick-tit pinata
I am addicted to ticks
And I don't wanna sound like a *****
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 ***** are on fire-
I don't know her name
Tick-*****,
Tick-*****
Tick-*****,
Tick-*****
I love Tick-*****,
Tick-***** tick-*****, *****-slit, sick *****t uuuugghhh
I got this job in ebay
They sent me to scrape out her flap
Never guessed id be so impressed
By her tick-tit-*****-slit trap
Just a flopping mass of grayish skin
Oozing ichor from every crease
Did I forget to mention
She's morbidly obese?
Tick-*****
Tick-*****
Tick-*****, oh
Tick-*****, pleased clean out your gash
Tick-***** a rugby team is at the door, we really need the cash
Tick-*****
Tick-*****,
Tick-*****
Tick-*****,
Tick-*****
I love Tick-*****, *****-slit, sick *****t uuuugghhh
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!