Feel her tight between my thighs from across the football field
It’s victory that I smell inside and the smell contains no guilt
e r p e s I can smell them through her dress
My daddy’s wrong mother knows best
c c is for xxxx there’s a sickness inside that I need to harvest
Broken tramp have you seen her, I tried to love but now I’ll beat her
He r p e s I can smell them through her dress
Your daddy’s wrong mother knows best