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Fist19
01:35
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I slide my finger in your ass,
I slide a few more in til at last,
I slide in my whole fist.
I want your anus wrapped around my wrist.
When I see them cakes I’m bound to stuff it.
With a clenched fist, you are my puppet.
I don't care about your balls or your dick.
I want my fist to smell like shit.
What happened to Keith? what happened to Gary?
What happened to every curious faerie, who
finally fled in a glorious fury from school one sunny
autumn afternoon?
Billy's downtown, but he should be here soon.
Spread yr cheeks and bend the fuck over;
I'm yr lucky four leaf clover.
With all four fingers and my thumb inside ya,
I'll give you all the others denied ya.
Now all that nasty shit you're gonna do to me
I'm the queen of versatility
I was yr master, but I'll be yr bitch.
I'm the picture perfect switch.
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Limp Wrist
09:44
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Hip to hip, hand on my tit,
Lips on nips and the tips of their dicks. x2
Light in my loafers. Confirmed bachelor.
Why mince words, call me the cocksucker
Extraordinaire. Anything but ordinary.
Limp Wrist, Joto, Nancy, Mary,
Sissy, Poofter, Pansy, Faerie,
Fruit, Flit, Faggot, Queen,
Not like any bitch you've ever seen.
Limp Wrist. Limp Wrist.
Hip to hip, hand on my tit,
Lips on nips and the tips of their dicks.
Limp Wrist. Not to be missed.
Call me “she” or call me “he,”
But come correct when you call me.
Got no time for the gender binary,
Yeah, I'm over that shit like xyz /
It's the best. it's not to be missed.
Limp Wrist. Limp Wrist.
Hip to hip, hand on my tit,
Lips on nips and the tips of their dicks.
Limp Wrist! Limp Wrist!
I got this little switch,
He’s got a limp wrist,
Likes me to call him BITCH,
When he choke up on my clit
Now you know I'm finna
Give it to him right quick.
He cums when I say.
If I don't he will not.
He might come today,
Cuz he like me a lot.
Limp Wrist. Limp Wrist. X2
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Womxn Of Yr Dreamz
04:03
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Cut off my dick, make me a lady.
Do it quick and don't call me crazy!
I'll be your eunuch lover, if you'll have me,
Grab a sharp knife and fuckin stab me!
Cut it off x3
Cut it off without remorse,
Perfect like a gelding horse,
You’ll be a stallion and I'll be the mare:
A Bridled Bitch Beyond Compare.
Fuck me rough, boy, I ain’t scared.
Fuck me like you don’t care.
Fuck me rough boy,
I ain’t scared, I’m your
POWERBOTTOM NIGHTMARE:
The Womxn of yr Dreamz.
POWERBOTTOM NIGHTMARE:
The Womxn of yr Dreamz.
Take my nuts,
I barely even use ‘em
They stick to my leg
And it won’t suck to lose ‘em
I’m like a Hellcat
And I’m cruisin’ for a bruisin, daddy.
It’s a dark night and I’ll
Live my illusion.
John Wayne Bobbitt was a cool muthafucka
TIll they sewed his dick back on. x3
If it’s you and me and the devil makes three
We’re a right ménage à trois.
With a G, a HI-C --are we all gonna DP?--
Or I don’t need no lovin at all.
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My Pet Monster
15:00
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I was your monster; I was your pet.
It was a lifetime of denial;
It was a lifetime of regret.
Like a curse upon the firstborn
Of your illustrious noble house.
It was a mindless solution.
It was a hopeless ablution.
It was a feckless genuflection.
It was a useless circumspection.
It was a crime against humanity--
A testament to her insanity.
You were a monster; you were my pet.
It was a lifetime of denial;
It was a lifetime of regret.
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Clockpole Houston, Texas
Clockpole is a free form anarchy party band. Clockpole was born on October 30th, 2009. Over 300 people have played in Clockpole since our first show.
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