Рогатые Трупоеды

Once she was the mistress of the show
But her lights are out and shine wore off
Reeking ulcers fester on her chin
Rotten breasts and eyeballs caving in
This lady-snake - she was a tart, she was a pie, she was your sugar-twat
Her gorgeous boobs, her shapely legs, her round ass – they drove a man to death
She made ‘em drool, she made ’em moan, she swayed her hips – and made their systems go
Their dirty thoughts were fixed on her and she knew it – and gave’em what they want
Now – stuck in her room – pus in her cunt – be-clotted tits – this can’t be real –
Down on the floor – snake turns to worms – peeling her skin – Ole’ Joe is here...