Roquefort Blues

Lyrics

In the shadows of the night,
There’s a man with a frot plight,
His winkie’s sittin' in the sun,
Never washed, just a lazy one

The dirty cunts cock needs a penile readjustment,
Fucken thing stanks like a peice of Roquefort blue vein,
Better Better cut it off than get your hands soaked in cock cheese, that shit give me weak knees, cunt should have thought about it before he shoved a slab of feta under there.

He'll get strapped down to a dentists chair, and have some filthy Dr.Phil molester inspect and wipe the cockhead. Fuckin filth as, nothing but a sticky winky, cottage cheese rancid smeg. Let the aroma free, let the birdies have a peck, and watch them die a slow agonising death mid-flight.

That's the way it goes for these Joe Blows, who don't bother washing their filthy mutt dicks. Dick dick ducky, wink wink windy.. shavenstuker schpincter analism needs to get analysed by some bish with advanced helmet degloving skills..maybe better off just cutting the fucker off !!