(This is just one song. Bandcamp made me split it.)
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Lyrics:


There is no way out
Are you in control of your pathetic fucking life swimming in the pool of bullshit infinity you call reality?

{Can I smoke your earwax}
I already said "no" and that fucking means no, so shut the fuck up before I erupt my vomit spewing out your anus like a volcano, cunt
The hole where your arm used to be is where the vomit will go, cunt
I already fucking told you "no" so show me some fucking respect I have full consent to vomit into your lungs, use them as my boxing gloves, watch you organs exploding to give you a facial with my fecal
Oh wait that's actually your fecal matter splashing onto your face from your bladder, because I just took that fucking diarrhea balloon out of your old fucking prune in your pants and I stomped on that shit after I stitched your rectum to my large intestine to feed you your own diarrhea barfing out of your ass. Motherfucker I won't give you any of my fucking smokable earwax; I just bought this from a fucking blue pooper, and I still care about it more than I care about you

{Well can I have some of your snot though?}
Motherfucker I just gave you a fucking hit you know what, here I'll let you have this, it's a bottle of your dead baby's piss mixed with it's dead twin's shit you didn't notice even that you squirted out of your rear. What's that, you didn't even know that you had these twin babies that I just got rabies so I could give them an infection at the same time as decapitation with my teeth? Well that's right, you're such a pathetic heap of shit that I did research to better suit your mutilation. Now you fucking drink this beverage that you desperately insist you need
Oh wait, I forgot that you aren't able to drink right now because I just turned you into a one person human centipede.

You can't even share a good tasting fucking orange, I take one bite and I saw this shit needs more jizz.
No malarky, just bukkake Milwaukee with guaca diarrhe cheese hockey. Crunch cartilage as my stalk of celery jizzing Teriyaki testi feces. Entrails used my walkie-talkie. I'm that cuntal vomiting celebrity. Rock-em sock-em rectum puke-em, free cheese from my esophagus yeast infection. Fuck-em suck-em, that rectum regurgitating venomous style bile while we turdally agitate out pus just activate vaginate mucus please.
This orange tastes like expired excremental excuse of an exfood extremely excruciated in exfoliation exexited in excusable extraverted excalibur exclusionary experience exclusively exploiting explosion thus existing exclusively within exhaust expansion exhibitions exercising exuberant escalators extended exposure for exactly an exotic exchange excelling examination who excavated excrete expensive experienced excremental fecal screaming without your juicy cartilagal semen without expectation.
Not enough mucus in cum is just snuff equivalence to the citrus from regurgitation. I excel at queefal excellence dripping cuntal exhaust on the scrotal fruits of thy intestinal puke we share through the asses of our skulls after I queef off all the smegma flakes that we frost with that exaggerated ejaculate chow. That non fermented taste. I just look at your face and I think about how you'd feel if I killed myself right now.

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When the depression kicks in I analyze things in the past punching myself with feelings that didn’t exist in whatever irrelevant moment I’m reliving for no other reason than my fucking hatred of everybody where no matter how much I fucking murder them, stitch their fucking bodies together to create new animals out of those stupid fucking cuntulates of rectal lactation mucus fucked cuntual barfsicle lung queef ass shits it’s still not fucking enough for me to be able to exist for the knowledge that their presence ever was present is fucktual ass boogers that never exits.

When the depression kicks in the only thing to feel is my fucking head needing to peel off all that fucking casing of bullshit, just need to dig my fucking blades in to the fucking queefal skin on the bull’s urethral diarrhea soaked facial region and pull it all off, then continue the digging, ripping, pulling, stretching, stabbing, yanking, snapping, squirting, puking, and regurgitating of all the ass splorps inside the cranium until all that fucking stupid shit is lost.

When the depression kicks in the queefs that would once bring me to a place of peace where all my fucking enemies are already fucking better than murdered, I already herded the entrails anal ranched and rangled lassoed through urethral tubes to a noose to strangle the other entrail rangers swimming in the blood of the necrophiliac orgy rodeo now feeling the same to me as a queef that would accidentally excrete yellow logs of bile turds queefing up backwards into the cuntal storage of just shit, shit, shit, shit, shit, and more fucking shit, siting inside your ribs stuck in there even if you’ve already stabbed all your bones through those fucking cunty motherfuckers’ brainal cartilage, the fucking veinal shit continues to surround you everywhere like all the murdering that you’ve already fucking done doesn’t even fucking matter. Feeling the spirits of fucking old bullshit flying through you poo poo pooing splooping swooshing around your interior causing a whole body splatter. Stuck in the poo but you have the complete ability to get the fuck out and know exactly how to make yourself do anything other than this; every other activity possible will feel better than you fucking laying over there under a flood your own brainal piss but you choose to do this instead simply because of borg bomp schqlwarng beep beep zeeple zeeb schqlwormp schqweeeb donk boormp joimp bleef schqwleef bornk bleef bleef it’s out of your fucking control you don’t know why and you don’t need a fucking reason; it’s just like murder, you never need to question why you’re doing it you just proceed without hesitation when you just need to decapitate any motherfucker who comes within sight, you just become one with the now and kill anyone internal or external from interfering with how things are currently feeling getting possessed by the moment and just go with it, but just now you’re doing same thing just the other direction for now you are the cadaver awaiting for someone to have sex with your entrails. You need to be the one getting tortured in this moment of manic, so you vomit your now exoskeletal fist to disembowel yourself but to a much higher potency than possible for doing to another being for only the one can truly control oneself at least internally for a true really fucking disembowel the fuck out of another fucking assqueef of a booger ejaculate of barf belched smegma dogloafs one must drown the cunts in their own pus, stitching their mouth shut, forcing them to choke on their vomit fungus, but keeping them alive for the longest moment; make them suffer for as long as possible, but now you are the motherfucker whomst you are disemboweling so now you have the power to make the suffering last forever and this time it's permanent.
Even if you murdered another fucker, the scars you leave on a different sentience of being can never last as long or be as tormenting as the force feeding of pure ass vomit that one will inflict on the me of the being of conscience possessing the figure whom wears the cloak of identity holding the battery of whatever allows the mind to think, as long as we’re stuck in this idea that the ways that you personally perceive life is anything like the ways of another object of being. Thus we also decided that the life that exists is the side that we think is truly awake and thus we must not give a fucking sweaty diarrhea pubic bacteria buggy made of reverse sneezle queef microscopic necromotherfuckers greedily donating the smallest gunky hunk blornk zlornk bonk of chonky chunky puke testicles to share with its own fucking genital warts at the emetophilia orgy, about whatever amazing assqueefs that go on in the universe that you are invalidating by calling dreams as meaning less to you than a silly loose pube noose sploimfing on out into the wind in hopes to replace leafs coming directly from out of its womb being a splintery queef.

When the depression kicks in everything feels less beautiful.
All that you see in your current state of existence in the current state of figure you need to sprumtch out their innards with your entrail shovel
When the depression kicks in you watch what will happen if you don’t disembowel
Watch everything go by super fucking slow but way too fucking fast
Things don’t ever feel as how they once felt, not even a good old fashioned diarrhea blast
Fecal logs of pure ass shit bricked upon brick is how it fucking built, turdally plopped so high you don’t feel physically able to see past
When the depression kicks in queefs that are physically new feel all like fucking moldy figs
When the depression kicks in you forget what the feeling of killing the fuck out the cunty motherfuckers is
When you make yourself bleed just you can make make yourself feel something different, just feel anything at all
When you murder yourself while thinking of another even if that motherfucker is someone you’ve already fucking slaughtered it doesn’t matter, and you just want to fucking kill them even more so you devour your own fucking bladder whilst snorting it’s phlegm while you pretend like you’re hurting them, but now you’re building up all your hurt feelings at another being and killing yourself as revenge whilst trying to blame your hate for them as the source of your depression, but you’re ignoring the bloody fucking ass queef milk droppings of the scrotal fact that you’ve been the one hurting yourself more than anyone else has been hurting you, and you refuse to see any sense of self value convinced that everyone else hates you, but choosing not to look for self love, because I’m aware that I have issues stemming in self hate so I choose not to think of it when the depression kicks in, because I acknowledge that there’s a way of getting out of this but choose not to and fully know the fact of that how I am treating these feelings is a method of self hate and I would like to indulge that activity. The Entrail Princess has already murdered so many motherfuckers, but the Entrail Princess lives inside me and you can’t even imagine how fucking scary that is to live with, and no matter who and how many fuckers she tortures and murders they will still never be feeling the same amount of pain that the Entrail Princess brings to me; and I don’t feel bad for the people I murder, make into 3 headed human daddy long legs, force to autocannibalize, kill, share entrails, spill all of the pre diarrhea bile earwax slime set on a timer to minigun style ejaculate out from the nipplehole in their blue waffle into their own fucking eyesocket, but then got too many resources piling high rusting up the fucker’s skeleton then letting the whole body to loose every piece of skin in the explosion of pre diarrhea bile earwax slime ensuring that you’ll never have skin or any organs from the second to lowest rib down to your feet ever again, but you are still breathing and you can see me standing right here. I’m standing in front of you yelling and swinging swords at you until you suffer so fucking hard that you suffocate under a pool of your own secondary assed out pee I still feel no fucking sympathy, for you’ll never feel the way I am feeling no matter how fucking hard you’re experiencing my torturing.

When the depression kicks in I feel stuck in the puke and I want the other side to come out but don’t even try to let it survive
When that motherfucker kicks my fucking teeth in I don’t fight back, I just turn the other ass cheek and proceed to buttchug that motherfucker’s urethral piss
When I feel that vile bile motherfucker vomiting into my cunt I choose to not find anything to cope with because I CAN NOT HANDLE THIS

Die die die die die die die
You hate me you hate me you hate me you hate me you hate me you hate me you hate me and I hate me
So glad that we can both agree, so now let's be friends just by killing me
But no one will ever queef like I do

I can't handle this
I can not exist
I am too stupid I can not handle this
Why the fuck am I so stupid
Why is everything piss
I can not handle this
I am so fucking stupid and dumb and I hate me
Everybody hates me, but at least that's something we can both agree
Can't function, can't do shit, can't operate
Can't get out of the pit sucking me in
Bathe me in feces drown me in your turds
Can't be productive when you keep on sucking me in
I'm in too much pain to be suffering when I'm lucky
When I'm literally blistering no excuse I'd just rather be fucking cuntally vomit stuffed inside my own fucking brainal mucus at least to some degree than to see a rectally queefed out journey to make money and take care of myself and take care my fucking health but I fucking hate myself, and I'm fucking constantly cuntally telling myself that I will die soon. Constantly getting to the edge of the cliff but then I get distracted by a fucking bucket-list of fucking bullshit blue waffle diarrhea fucked via cuntular vomit.
*Freestyle that induces me into psychosis


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I need more jizz in my orange
I need more jizz in my orange
and I just ain't fucking horny
So give me give me give your cartilage
I need more jizz in my orange
I need more jizz in my orange
and I just ain't fucking horny
So give me give me give your cartilage
Ah shit, the fuck is there no fucking cum in this fruit?
What the pubic entrails flatulating smegmantic oral diarrheal fucklings upchucking vaginal discharge disembowling fecal phlegm infected scrotal snot defecation guts gruntally pissing ass lactation corroded bile ass queef fucking cuntal diarrhea pukes orgasmically cunting shitty fecal and queefal booger juice of smegmantic shit fucks ejaculating cuntual cunty cunt smegma barf snot queef shitting urethral fuckled diarrhea regurgitation piss freckles testicluarly vomiting anal blue waffle nipples nippulating penis nail blood!
*Freestyle

Now I’m stepping onto a train observing all of these horrible beings it's overwhelming and I want this fucking train to crash! So many fucking hideous faces all existing under this fucking lie of bullshit conformism, under the capitalism manipulation brainwashing people to all be the same to not give anybody any options of what to spend time with your brain, media forcing us to know whatever they consider relevant, you exist here and enjoy the fucking blackface mouse as entertainment, listen to the same 808 loop in every song, the complexities of politics divided into only two ways of thinking and somehow civil rights are considered something to debate, yet everyone on either sides of the system are filled with so much bigotry and hate from giving into the system at all, the corruption teaching that everyone whom values their own uniqueness is worthless so burn them fucking faggots the stake, make them suffer and literally loose their fucking mind while trying to express their own beauty, take everything away from me because I don't fucking care about what you value as currency so therefore I am the enemy and you hate me; just for trying to sing you a fucking song and not have this just be a hobby like you constantly fucking tell me. You aren't better than anyone because you have a fucking job, in fact you're fucking less than me. So now as my punishment I must loose my hearing, I'm loosing my motor skills, my voice, my sanity, my ability to feel anything positive at all, my knowledge of knowing if I'm even awake or in a dream, my desire to pursue new relationships. Yeast infection in my esophagus slowly destroying my voice while the psychosis slowly destroys my speech. My punishment for being an artist expressing what's on her mind. CMT, the marine shark teeth biting and biting deeper into me more as each day passes and soon I won't even be able to dance. Can barely walk at all right now.
{But Vomitbitch, you're just physically disabled as well as mentally disabled. You can't blame that on the puny fucking mortals on this train that you've been slaughtering whilst rapping}
Well maybe this shit inside me would be a lot fucking easier live with if they weren't all fucking brainwashed. Maybe I could at least murder them at faster frame rate if they didn't consider my well being a fucking controversy and deny the process of stem cell research. Maybe I wouldn't be so fucking insane if all these goddamn not so great grandmotherfuckers would actually learn to appreciate things outside of what they are lied to about as being valuable, when presented with something new being one to search for things they dislike before things that they do like, then stating their opinion as fact easily convincing another making them put something down without even needing their own firsthand experience to form an opinion of cuntual. What’s that? You hate everything with blood in it? Well alright then I’m doing you a favor by draining you of all your blood. Now you’re just skin bones and entrails! So now you all die! All of you die! But before I kill you, spoiler alert, Satan's face is a mirror!
Spend all my time working on these records that no one fucking listens to and no matter how talented I am and how much I literally loose my mind writing this shit I will never get a grammy and I'll never see success in the slightest and people will never give a fuck about me so I guess what I'm supposed to tell you is to not live up to your dreams, never follow your passions, and your nipples are sideways. You need to sit in an office in order to exist. I can certainly blame these stupid fucking mortals for my addiction to force-feeding them their own babies. The only thing that I know is a good thing is I need everyone to kill all cops. But for now I just need to see someone die and I don't see a fucking pig. So all of you get on the floor and fucking die if you want to live!
I'm looking at these motherfuckers on the train and I am thinking really hard as to to if there's a way I could exist in a way for us to both be comfortable with each other but you don't allow me to feel proud of my own beliefs so every time I attempt to exist within your fucking rules I'm just constantly wondering what the asscheese is the fucking point of even trying trying. Murdering and murdering then going back to pretending to not be a murderer thus creating a dysfunctional abusive relationship with myself. Stuck in this never ending rut that looks the same as this world hunger ending circular conjoined human centipede in front of me.
Where do we draw the line?
I look at you dead in the eye
You say something out loud that makes it sound okay
But you’re really talking to yourself trying to cover it all up
You say it’s okay because this line hasn’t been crossed in your mind But i think we think we can both agree that it’s pretty fucking close to the place that another being would draw it, for if we're think of it all then perhaps yes it is crossed. Lines of abuse crossed everywhere without people ever acknowledging, I have to stop treating myself like this but at least I'm crossing my own lines through my own craziness rather than the mentality of pus fuckual bullshit that one labels as normal so perhaps the mass murderer inside me really is just who I am and when I stop myself that's what's fucking crazy.
Having an argument does not mean attempting to invalidate the other person and calling them insane and therefore there’s nothing about their voice that are worth looking into. I am crazy, but that doesn’t mean that my words are invalid; those are two completely separate concepts. I can't exist in your ways so maybe you don't deserve to be in a world where I'm alive at all. I am literally just vomit to you and that's all I shall ever be. Sometimes I wonder why everyone is so fucking scared of me, why don't you even look at all of the colors swirling together, you just flush me down pretend like I was never there at all. Why do I even bother to regurgitate myself into your life at all? No one will ever understand any of these words I'm delivering to truest extent and I'm surprised when people even attempt at all, thus leaving me alone. Just myself to rely on. This album being the only thing keeping me alive. I'm supposed to spending my effort on money and well being but there's no fucking motivation so instead I'm spending all my time in my basement on this music that no one will ever appreciate, and I'm so fucking miserable, and I know that I need help but I don't know anything that could possibly help me. Not sure how much longer I'll be alive releasing this album.
But the fact that I feel scared when I get psychotic is evidence that I don’t truly want to die yet. I am crazy and out of mind so perhaps suicide may be something I would regret. There's just certain lines that once you cross there just simply is no possible way of returning. Forever on the other side. So many lines I've crossed that there's no coming back from, maybe this is not the one to cross yet. My feet working less and less but I have to feel grateful that right now as I murder these people that this is not my final dance. The fact that I can walk at all right now is simply a miracle after all the trauma I've endured from hospitals giving me their everything whilst I've fought against it. I'm the runt of litter getting every single bad gene and yet I'm still here. After everything the doctors done for me just for me to die at the age of twenty three, that's just abusive of me. Same with all the love I've felt from people. I've experienced so much love in my life that I have trouble focusing on when I think of myself because the trauma and hatred is easier to for me to focus on.
When the depression kicks in I ignore everything that's wonderful and everyone is beautiful. Every single person. Yes I’m talking to you, you are beautiful. But not you; you’re fucking ugly as fuck.
There's so many people who I do care about and even the people of whom I constantly find myself getting trapped in random memories and screaming "I hate fucking you" out loud, I do love them. I wouldn't feel hurt by someone if I didn't love them. No matter how much I chop you up you are secretly an onion to me.
I'm just like a snake, I'm more scared of you then you are of me.
Sitting on this train flooded in boiling diarrhea overwhelming me but all of a sudden, something in me changes, I look at all the people with disgust but then I find it hard to see children without smiling. I don't know why; perhaps it's because they have yet to be fully immersed in the lies. I hate the parents that they're with who feed them with so much corruption and I feel so much anger at them, but the fact that I'm able to feel something different when I look at the child means that there is beauty in this world for me to see. There is beauty for the child that still feels new, places to go, people to meet, art to explore, foods to eat, and there's still a chance for them to burn that body shaming capitalist blackface mouse backpack that they're wearing. It saddens me when I see kids using fancy phones while their parents ignore them and refuse to be parents, but I hope that the kids can use their devices to listen to Vomitbitch so I can tell them to kill their parents. Art will teach you so much more about the world than your parents ever will, so perhaps that's what my purpose of being alive in this world is. I'll be your parents kids, listen to my guidance.
Kill your biological parents
Kill all cops
Kill all rich people
Believe in your own passions
Use your experiences to construct what you would like to see in the world
Flunking school just means teachers are flunking at brainwashing you
Learn about things though your own experiences
Also, most importantly, legalize necrophilia
Everything on this record is strictly single entendre
Oh, and brushing your teeth is for faggots


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There's no puking allowed at barf school
You need to learn how to barf
How to do it right
There's no puking allowed at barf school
You need to learn the right way to barf
Practice all night
There's no puking allowed at barf school
You need to learn how to barf
How to do it right
There's no puking allowed at barf school
What the fuck that's just harsh drool
And now you're just hacking too soft
Get that fucking mucus out of my site
You'll get expelled for puking at barf school
There's no puking allowed at barf school
You need to learn the right way to barf
Practice all night
What the fuck that's just harsh drool
And now you're just hacking too soft
Get that fucking mucus out of my site
You'll get expelled for puking at barf school
No regurgitating no throwing up no vomiting no upchucking nothing nothing nothing but plain old barf not even post colon fucking
There's no puking allowed at barf school
You need to learn how to barf
How to do it right
There's no puking allowed at barf school
You need to learn the right way to barf
Practice all night
What the fuck that's just harsh drool
There's no puking allowed at barf school
You need to learn the right way to barf
How to do it right
There's no puking allowed at barf school
You need to learn the right way to barf
Practice all night
What the fuck that's just harsh drool
And now you're just hacking too soft
Get that fucking mucus out of my site
You'll get expelled for puking at barf school
No regurgitating no throwing up no vomiting no upchucking nothing nothing nothing but plain old barf not even post colon fucking
*freestyle

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I walk down the street it’s too overwhelming for me to see all the people under the toxic manipulation of society constantly being lied to about absolutely everything. It’s all fucking bullshit all of it, including absolutely everything that vomits out of my mouth too, oh sorry did I say mouth? I meant skull urethra, that’s the politically correct term. Eh em, How can one projectile their cuntular diarrhea out of their fucking skull urethra at all when the one is nothing but a singular genital wart among a giant planet shaped genital, so why even fucking bother squirting your pus out all when you are simply nothing in comparison but a fucking pre vomited cuntulation of No! You’re wrong! Shut the fuck up Vomitcunt! Everyone is always wrong! everyone holds the wrong fucking bullshit anal opinion! Can’t you fucking see how wrong you are? Can’t you fucking see that everyone’s pus they puke is beautiful because of its singularity? Each wart on the genital hold’s own unique pus that different from all the other millions of warts on this disgusting filthy fucking genital. So much fucking pus! Each gram ejaculating from a different orifice of different experiences, different stories, different cultures, different languages. Each genital wart must have their pus shining through to the others so they can begin to feel the experiences and emotions that the other warts have endured; but they shall never truly be able to understand what it’s like to be feeling that expression of penal that they are observing get upchucked.
I walk down the street. So many people, an endless library of infinite stories. Impossible to know any of the stories no matter how much I try. Stories I am able to learn I’m getting less than one percent of asspuke out of for how do these scrotal-esophagus-parms even translate to another? {IDK} And yet we attempt to. Each story I boof up from another prime I’m able to learn as much as possible for one wart to know what it’s like to be another wart at a very specific time yet that small amount of penal snot now stained into my innards can provide me with so much guidance. Each tiny little pregrown pube inside each snot stain has its own book to open each book never ending.
Each book all so fucking disgusting with tales of so much hate, abusive fuckery, lack of assery, and they’re all fucking fucked by the bullshittery of nipplefuckulant diarrhea, and I need all these stupid fucking mortals to all fucking die at my feet right fucking now all you fucking cunts die die die die! Shut the fuck up you are not special!
But yet we attempt to speak. Every single word having its own definition to each individual, yet we’re able to fuck together those shits into sentences and another sentient is able to pick up the expression and give it their own personal definition. The fact that this fucking asshole’s interpretation fished from the diarrhea river spewed out of someone else’s skull urethra, that whatever result of that translation shares any percentage of similarity to the ways that the prime defines the words they chose for their expression, and to some degree something they wanted to be said was somehow able to queef on over to another and they were able to understand anything at all, that alone is simply beautiful. But yet we’re able go even further to cuntulate enough bile to give someone else and the amount of information that we want to be presenting them with. Everyone speaking their own unique language for themselves when nothing can truly be defined as anything. I think in all these voices each speaking the language I speak and yet hearing my thoughts as words at all is a fucking lie from the toxic parasite unconsentually penetrated into me from existing in society; some people aren’t physically able to think in words because of disabilities {I fucking hate that word by the way} and its beyond unfathomable for me to imagine being able to think without words because of how deep the lie of language has assed its way on into my brain. I find the best conversations come from people of whom their language is so different they don’t even attempt to speak to each other at all and communicate in language free of lies of simply being human and they can understand each other because of whatever no lies 100% bullshit free language they are subconsciously expressing to another.
One person might say "I love you", but I say "die in my diarrhea"

So,
First I kick you in the penis
Then I kiss you in the penis
Oops I just bit you in the penis
Oops my teeth are ripping your penis
And fuck yeah I swallow
Now blood from where there was once a
prick I'm sipping your penis
But we're stitched together so eventually it will piss back in to your blood flow after it get's through the clots in your friend Smegma Steve's anal rot inside of your other friends Scrotilonia's colon cavities inside of my intestines stitched from down below where ever the fuck I made I made your shin bone go
And now I'm fisting your penis
with your own severed fist that is
Skin starts to peel then I help it by unzipping your penis
Now it's no longer a mystery of how much of Vomitbitch can fit into your penis
This is all consensual by the way, this is just how me and my bandmates play.

Slit That Slit That Shit
Fit That Fit That Shit
in your wrist
lace that excrement in your skin case on your face
I inflate the infection imitation pus invasion just in if when I'm stuffin' mace windu's poo-poo-us snakes in your face to give it pulp
So that if in case if when I gulp
On my orange I say fuck this needs more Jizz
So I feast to your face
Stuffed with my fece and your excrement as a replacement of the citrus of my pus
And the chorus of this whole entire fucking song goes

I need more jizz in my orange
I need more jizz in my orange
And I just ain’t fucking horny
So give me give me give me your cartilage
I need more jizz in my orange
I need more jizz in my orange
And I just ain’t fucking horny
So give me give me give me your cartilage

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So earlier I disemboweled and bukkakeed Milwaukee, now let’s do a whole world disembowelment!

(*Mandarin)

Well you can regurgitate your cunt butter into my yeasty smegma infection dressing and get in my get in my get in my diarrhea
now die die die die die in my diarrhea die in my diarrhea
diarrhea diarrhea diarrhea diarrhea diarrhea diarrhea diarrhea diarrhea diarrhea diarrhea ooo I’m pumping out lil pumps of diarrhea from my diarrhea hole of diarrhea diarrheaing out more diarrhea into my diarrhea collection of diarrhea and diarrheal slorks of diarrhea
diarrhea diarrhea diarrhea diarrhea diarrhea diarrhea diarrhea diarrhea die diarrhea diarrhea
You may call this shit pretentious but no this is not pretend shit, for I am diarrhea diarrhea diarrhea diarrheaing out your queefs and ejaculating boogers out the severed rectums stitched to your feets slashing in more pus into my cuntal mucus mixed with severed teeth getting more and more slooping out with each queef in betweef each hunk of cunty cunty cunt barf each packed into cute lil dildo fucking fuck fucks of sweet cutie pie vomit chunks preparing theyself to cum out the diarrhea diarrhea diarrhea and that’s how you make my diarrhea diarrhea diarrhea!
Just kidding, no more Lil Pumping, you go with Wu Tang and kill a priest, and then I’ll get back to some more corpse humping!

I need more jizz in my orange
I need more jizz in my orange
And I just ain’t fucking horny
So give me give me give me your cartilage
I need more jizz in my orange
I need more jizz in my orange
And I just ain’t fucking horny
So give me give me give me your cartilage

I need more jizz in my orange
I need more jizz in my orange
And I just ain’t fucking horny
So give me give me give me your cartilage

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*freestyle out