Skanky lady s**ed a million co*ks but only f**ed three A dried up old who*e like I'd seen on tv Sitting in church praying for the babies she swallowed Calling on Jesus crying tears wet and shallow With a dimpled white a** softer than marshmallow Go cry to the rest of the middle aged who*es Dumped cause you don't dissolve like sumac tallow You smelled you stank Your belly a s**m bank s** like a parasite baby You know you are A leach on the wallet and dreams A burden with a shot Of low self esteem Hope you got lube for number four How long till he knows you're a who*e You took my style My piercings and tattoos But it's only takes a second To see that the obvious truth You want me I ain't never gonna want you Half finished Exodus inspired Thrash tune from last summer. Re-reading, I think it captures the violent spirit crushing male s**ual dominance existing in the crazed space between hurt and anger, the part of being man that in hindsight is always embarra**ing