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Bent across the wall, held she cannot budge With the broken bottle in my hand I cut her arse like fudge Blood pours on my shirt, the wench begins to whine As violent pain and agony tickles up her spine He laughs and licks his lips as her bowels drop on the floor Watching as she floods the ground with putrid grime and gore The pain inside it gets too much, his victim passes out He stamps and hits and batters hard nad kicks her while she's down Rectal rape with splintered glass Pushed with force up the victims arse Razor slices need to be stitched As the arse cheeks split to bits Feeling numb, beaten, abused Lying still. after being abused Fuck... Your... Arse... With broken glass Fuck your arse with broken glass These sick pleasures people find >From raping people from behind Bent across the wall, held she cannot budge Bottle in my hand, I cut her arse like fudge Blood pours on my shirt, the wench begins to whine Pain and agony tickles up her broken spine Fuck... Your... Arse... With broken glass Fuck your arse with broken glass
Writer(s): Tim Weatherley, Ben Mccrow, Matthew Hoban, Jonathan Rushforth, Jason Merle, Philip Wilson, David Hewitt Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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