Clarissa Explains Cuntainment

The horror
They leave in three's, they always do
I'm holding hands with the
devil while you make your deal with Jesus
So let me milk your prostate with
the unborn meat fingers
Horrible, your eyes implode with Lucifer's hammer
So you don't watch, it's satisfaction guaranteed
The horror, this condemned
End of life three are dead one wounded
You just should have planted the
Rotten seed inside your grandmother she could afford the abortion three
One dead, what was it what was occupying your mind into the vaginal
Secretion I'll drop my rotten seed to you
It's time to trash the fetal tissue
It's time to trash the fetal tissue
One, two, three, four, five, six