I met her at a donkey show. She was minutes past thirteen.
s*cking on a cherry yoo-hoo. Reading "Nugget" magazine.
Cum splattered tube-top. Scrawny pre-pube t*ts.
That`s when I saw she was quadraplechick.
And I said "Baby you`re looking good"
That`s when I noticed her legs were wood
I grabbed a stump and dragged her out the door
I need a hole I don`t need no hips
I laid a line of coke on her t*ts
That`s when I ripped off her dirty sh*t-filled drawers
Chorus: Good, should, could, I think it feels pretty good [x2]
So good, so good, so good, so good, so good, so good [x a lot]
It wasn`t nothing pretty, she took my genital germ
Her limbless body thrashed about filled with infected sperm
I criss-crossed with the cables, I smashed her face through a door
They found her in a plastic bag down by highway 64
And I said "Baby your looking good"
That`s when I saw her legs were wood
And all you people...
You just can`t understand
I need a hole I don`t need know hips
I need the taste of dick on my lips
I f**ked her a**h*le with a piece of frozen sh*t