Pungent Stench - Splatterday Night Fever Lyrics

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Splatterday Night Fever

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What Are The Lyrics For Splatterday Night Fever By Pungent Stench?
Regrettably he's sick, he's got swellings on his dick
And when he touched his dick, the swelling busted Puss was splatting all over his face, what a grace! Bacterial colonies caused the pain and brought disease Screaming and yelling and bleeding and smelling His foreskin is a pitted flap, musty scrap The bitch he fucked the day before was only for one night Not more! Now he's pissing blood And his balls just look like mud, that's what he's got! Venereal disease Rancid-tasting dick-cheese, corrosive like acid Burns holes in his skin Crablike it is spreading over his pallid limps Shapeless is the dick and his glance is much too big Riddled and defiled A useless lump between his legs, soft like wax! While he fucked that slut he's got a finger in her butt Digging in her shit Her asshole was a fouling pit, what a hit! Venereal disease Rancid tasting dick cheese, corrosive like acid Burns holes in his skin Crablike it is spreading over his pallid limps Dripping, splattering, twisting, melting, porous, damaged, dreadful dick He drank her pussy juice, innocence is an excuse Because even children would lick Anything that smells so motherfucking sick, metamorphic! So he will understand, his lust has been his end Now he is more intelligent He'd better used his hand, no commend! Venereal disease Rancid-tasting dick-cheese, corrosive like acid Burns holes in his skin Crablike it is spreading over his pallid limps |
Who Wrote Splatterday Night Fever By Pungent Stench?
Alexander Wank, Jacek Perkowski, Martin Schirenc
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