The Golden Egg!

Yeah!
Come on and rip your throat
Yeah!

Printed turpentine
And downloaded from unrighteousness mom, whoa
I didn't know the panties you wore were flammable
Set off the fire alarm
Torture mom is a mini-masjid
If you were there, you'd be rocking the seat
Now, rip off your drawers and fall in love
And rip your ass from up above, now
Who double-dances to find the flag?
Buried deep in the ass of a fag
Chocolate candy bars and Baby Ruth
Don't hold back, fuck Mother Goose, yeah
Where's the fucking golden egg? Yeah
Who wants a dick made into a bag?
Who opens up their ass like a flipping keg?
Who wants a little more?
Whose ass is bleeding raw?
Rub it out, it's fucking raw, yeah

I'll make your ass bleed
Ooh, that's all I need
I want to make my bean fucking bag, bag more
Want a little bit of dick until I'm sore
I want to feel a loaf of bread
Maybe we can trade it for a bit of head
Or suck it 'til I'm raw, that's all I said
Yeah, now, now you want to wear my turban and bang your whore
Whore