Prophecy - Feasting On The Flesh lyrics

[Words: Phil Holland] [Music: Prophecy] Spread your legs far and wide, stick my tongue way deep inside lick your p**y all around, feel you wiggle on the ground. Slowly I tongue-f** your hole, taste your juices as they flow back and forth I lick your clit, eatin' p**y is the sh**. Feel your furry, hot wet hole lick your p**y, even more! Bend you over on the floor, f** you like a nasty who*e smell your nasty vaginal stench, make you scream and beg for more. Bite your lips and make them swell, juices gushing like a well lick and s** your furry snatch, when I eat p**y there is no match. Feel your furry, hot wet hole Lick your p**y, even more! Ooor, soon you start to cry... now it's time to die!! [SOLO (Braxton)] Something overtakes my soul and I want to cut you up with a spoon, knife, and a fork I disembowel your c*nt. Pull intestines with my teeth and lick up all the pus now that you are lifeless I go back to taste your muff. Spread your legs far and wide, stick my tongue way deep inside lick your p**y all around, feel you wiggle on the ground. Slowly I tongue-f** your hole, taste your juices s they flow back and forth I lick your clit, eatin' p**y is the sh** bend you over on the floor, f** you like a nasty who*e smell your nasty vaginal stench, make you scream and beg for more. Bite your lips and make them swell, juices gushing like a well lick and s** your furry snatch, when I eat p**y there is no match. Bleeding, dismembered, torn apart feeling the rage of the beast that you have scorned. Feasting on the flesh feasting on the flesh feasting on the flesh.