Her drenched p**y has rotted from stench
f** that who*e - the nasty wench
as she walks the smell erodes the air
it melts skin and eats bone bare
when the s*ut bends over to bare her fly haven
you can see the mother f**er isn't shaven
what a nasty f**in' b**h she is
her rotted c*nt is cover with dried jiz
It's not enough to have a hole
she saves all her cum in a bowl
the s*uts drinks it with her sh**
her p**y lips are stuck to her clit
That c*nt name is Heather
[lyric by James Parks II (Prophecy)]