S My D

If I get your kiss. I'm another to the list. Let's take this slow. Don't wanna be a hoe. . I'm probably gonna lick. Feel you up until you drip. Cuz you make me nervous.

Strictly For The Tardcore

Eminem's gotta cuss in his raps to sell records. Well, me too, so fuck Will Smith. That don't rhyme, drats.

Something Diabolical

Eventide rise for ritual. With the thrill of a kill vengefully the engine will. Roar forth steer the dead leave forced. Driven by fear shift gears veer towards.

Shut Up

I'm Jimmy Pop here in a jiffy heat me up and add oil. I'm like a zit, a wart, a corn, a cyst, a festering boil. I get under your skin and I sebaceously form.

Submission In Portarlington

Race, race, race against their time. They're gonna take your liberty. Fight, fight, fight for your way of life. It's the only way to be. Through it all you've seen the things that blessed you on your way.

Shitty Record Offer

Take good, take bad, take gold. And may you have facts of life. The facts of life. . Now the world don't move. To the beat of just one drum. What might not for you.

Sometimes

You said you found intensity so sublime. And that he seemed so different from all the rest. But then he went and said you were out of line. Because you wore a t-shirt without a vest.

She Ain't Got No Legs

Baby, yeah, first time I saw you, darling, I knew I was in love. Tell her, Daddy, the way you took your wheelchair. Up that handicap ramp, mmm, it's a mind blower.

Screwing You On The Beach At Night

[*Growl*]. . Nothing heats up my jacuzzi like when. this used thong I found and bedazzled with gems. brushes ever so gently against some boobs.. . I guess it's hard to believe that one man.

Sober Again

The usual morons were fighting outside that place. Inside the posing was rife. I wasn't ready like you to accept them. As peers for the rest of my life.

Shotgun

I am running scared from the girl of my dreams. down an open alleyway.. . Automatic weapons and a couple of knives.. That's the way that we like to play..

Sustenance

Stew For The Murder Minded

Bad Boy 1: Give me a hand with this shit!. Bad Boy 2: Alright, let's do it. He's dead, aint he?. Bad Boy 1: Anybody see you?. Bad Boy 2: Eh... I don't know..

Something Wicked

My eyes sewn shut collaboration in the shadows armed with forked tongues damn your sinless grins and your hallowed existence I witnessed the charred remains of moralities grip propaganda has no emotion chaotic voices beckon from a burning pedestal perception dulls to apathy as you sleep my eyes are bleeding but my grin is stained as I ready myself for the killing time where you see beauty I see decay your virgin my slut the freaks is my reflection lesions leak scream you can't hear dripping thoughts and soul fuel the righteous stained skin scars of fervor bitter bile contempt blistering in envy grief of opinion a twisting reality exempt void of concept futility infected moral hate breeds.

Sister Supreme

Shoot The Pigs

For none of these fuckers will ever know, what I think as I go. No... no not one last time. Not for me not for you. Not for what I find may scare me more than if I stayed blind. I've shot the pig. I've drawn the line. I've got my nine under my shirt. Don't worry you won't get hurt. In my head ring blood tones that make me feel less alone. Biting nails cleaning guns Biting nails cleaning guns.

Sundress

My eyes wander in their blindness. My eyes consume truth. Take this time to decide my beliefs and stay true. Take this time to look inside my heart and find.

Shell

Shall We Dance

These times they mean so much.. It's all about love and family.. No one can ever hold us down.. No one can ever hold us back.. Stuck it out through all the hardships,.

Seven Hours Of Angel Food