Feel her tight between my thighs from across the football field
It's victory that I smell inside and the smell contains no guilt
H e are p e s I can smell them through her dress
My daddy's wrong mother knows best
C c c is for c*** there's a sickness inside that I need to harvest
Broken tramp have you seen her, I tried to love but now I'll beat her
He are p e s I can smell them through her dress
Your daddy's wrong mother knows best

She's the one who brings me to life, when I stab her with my hunting knife
Broken tramp have you seen her, I tried to love but now I've beat her