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