"Vagitarian II" lyrics

"Vagitarian II"

Admiring the syphilitic visage, of the pustule ridden genitals that I adore
Oozing sebum and pus dribbling on the labia, leaves me panting for more

Vaginal excrements fume and funk, the stench of festering menstrual discharge
The wafting odor tortues my nasal passage, the glistening cunt wet with blood

A crust ridden musty flap of lust suffering, from severe dermatological disorder
The sanguined slit lined with papules, and genital warts along its fleshy borders

Licking the sickening twat
The foul stench of the blistering crotch
Drinking the menstruated slop
Delight in each pustular drop

Passing blood clots
Eating crotch rot
Septic blood and pus
Consume the runny crust
Urine flows out of the slit
Piss washes over the clit
Taste the blood and piss
Nothing compares to this

My face fully buried within
The pubic mound of grime and warts
Voraciously lapping up excrements
Of every sordid type and nauseating sort

The atrocious nauseating odour, proves too strong to resist in the end
The nauseating fumes overwhelm me, as I vomit into the moist pungent gash

Regurgitate onto the cunt
Puke on the gore ridden slut
Drunk off the urine flow
I bathe in the afterglow


Writer(s): Matthew David Harvey
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