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Yo its necro the sexorcist, the p*rn king, show me your breasteses, im the best there is the foul s**t, bounce with me, degrading, depraving, debouchery, your naked on the couch with me. b*tch getting fked in your as* thru your fishnets. cutting queefs, your bound to eat s**t next. A t*t fest, Im fking dumb blondes til my d*ck is numb hoe lick the sc*m sticking a gun in your c**t for fun. Fakin making believe Im r*ping you choking you makes you cum. Its edge play, be careful, fk around and murder you by mistake and leave you dead in the bed slayed. Not my intentions. Youll lick pr*ck til your lips rip the hips split in your cryptic. Explicit, sad*stic, innuendos gals in the windows bimbos dipped in timbos. Short black leather skirts, stomach tattoo, glitter panties sexy belt had to have you. Ridiculous p*ssy lips I predicted you be addicted to my d*ck once you lick it. Bent you over backwards upside down reverse is more perverse fked on the floor first. To a raw verse rippin your clothes off blow my nose off on your hair then I doze off.
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What's Your name (Whats Your Name)(The Sexorcist)
Who's Ya Daddy? (Who's Ya Daddy?)(Necro)
Be real, is He Rich Like me?
Has he Taken, Anytime (Anytime),To Show, To Show You what You Need
The raunchiest, flaunt your t*ts. Im the fornicating, torturing cl*ts a p*rn genius. With a long penis diggin' up your organs jiggin you, stabbing you, friggin you, Im to big for you. You got a tight sphincter, you need one in the pink and one in the stink, till liquid magentas Drippin outta your as* ill c*m in your drink. pi*s in your face spit in your mouth fk what you think. s**t on your blouse, then kick you outta my house naked and sl*t take it thats what initiations about. An official occasion to go all out, fk a b*tch in the as* til her colon falls out. Rubbin oil all over you fat round ass, smack it, abuse it, lick it,then pound it fast. Stick it continuously when I get in you I strenuously pin you to the floor and generously fk your G spot rapidly, happily, dapily to the boombapity beat. the sexorcist, the next to blitz and blow up some b*tch go get your hair fixed prepare your lips. for you spacey hoe, the ratio of your brain to if usable is way too low your made to blow youre a delicious nutritious dish of fish an official b*tch.
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