I come
to see them cum
While crawling the mud
and snowballing blood
Imaginations I design
A consitution divine
close to prostitution
They come in two
I know they`ll do, `cause I`ve asked them to
Join me for a coin
Imaginations I design
It`s like a constitution
of memories divine
And then at last
it`s going fast
Take it in the mouth
give it to the next
the blood is running south
being over-sexed
When I intrude, am I being rude ?
But to be nice is what I despise
