Songtext von Lactating Blood

Expecting mothers are the ones that i hunt for Their swollen tits not their occupied cunts Removing their breasts cures my erections Majority of them are kept some of them are Digested...rag soaked in ether knocks them out Just fine...their rotund fun bags soon to be mine Mawed mounds of fat with nipples detached From the chest...two more to add to my collection...woman awakes breastless Tits-dangle from strings like a mammary mobile Tits-like a portrait of beauty nailed to my walls Tits-stuff my fridge, chilled to stay freshly cut Tits-warm and plump stolen from pregnant sluts Two pieces of bread and a breast in between, Topped off with lettuce and a scrumptious slice Of cheese...sinking my teeth into such a marvelous Taste with every chew flesh spurting out Salty bloody paste tits are lactating blood Not milk is gushing