PIG - Peoria Lyrics
I met her in Peoria250 lbs. of flabby harlot woman fleshIs wobbling around the hotel room, fartingMucus is dripping from her pig-hole nostrils into her mouthNah, streamingSteaming, streaming great green rivuletHer tounge makes sure no leftover chunks go astray, miss their markMom I mean buisnessPut your finger on the buttonYeah, will doJust let me finish this pageI said (hog call)Sticky, sticky, sticky, sticky, stickyTounge's feeling dry, swollen up like a pocket full of lint inclusiveKnow what I meanKnow what I meanKnow what I meanFailing that, the falling fatCrack another six pack and get on with the job at handMany hands make light workBut makes palms brothFists flying and slipping into hole after hole after hole after heatHey, she buys cayenneby the quartFilled up to the elbow bone, fried up to the jointFiled at the shin, skin hanging off in sheets and shardsYou do this shit for a livingThose grimey, greasy pores exuding their slimy mixture of filth and pussIn little white whorled pustulesEvery time she smiles that yellow, shit-eating grinThat shit-eating grinChrist, she was beautiful
