C.I.L.L. Songtext
von Lunachicks
C.I.L.L. Songtext
Rape out the ugly eyes of you
I tear your yawnings apart
You can′t look at her, you can't see me
As for me, I′m filthy
And I ate your legs just like spaghetti
Intestines go round and around
Your hairy bowl looks just like a freight train
Squeeze your fingers into a hat
You're such an asshole, my hate you smell
You're a litter in a knocking spade hill
That the days you have are numbered
I can′t stand that grim, see where
Your soul will be stripped without a care
And I′ll feed your nipples to my cat
And hey, then you can go on out with your fancy bat
You're ugly and you′re flabby and you're filled with cheese
You′re way beyond a toddler's food
You′re such an asshole, my hate you smell
You're a litter in a knocking spade hill
That the days you have are numbered
Hit you in the head with a rock
Peel your fingernails off like grapes
Mud eats nostrils out one by one
I feel no regret as I fuck your skull
You're such an asshole, my hate you smell
You′re a litter in a knocking spade hill
That the days you have are numbered
Woah, woah, woah, woah, woah
I tear your yawnings apart
You can′t look at her, you can't see me
As for me, I′m filthy
And I ate your legs just like spaghetti
Intestines go round and around
Your hairy bowl looks just like a freight train
Squeeze your fingers into a hat
You're such an asshole, my hate you smell
You're a litter in a knocking spade hill
That the days you have are numbered
I can′t stand that grim, see where
Your soul will be stripped without a care
And I′ll feed your nipples to my cat
And hey, then you can go on out with your fancy bat
You're ugly and you′re flabby and you're filled with cheese
You′re way beyond a toddler's food
You′re such an asshole, my hate you smell
You're a litter in a knocking spade hill
That the days you have are numbered
Hit you in the head with a rock
Peel your fingernails off like grapes
Mud eats nostrils out one by one
I feel no regret as I fuck your skull
You're such an asshole, my hate you smell
You′re a litter in a knocking spade hill
That the days you have are numbered
Woah, woah, woah, woah, woah
Writer(s): Gina Volpe, Theo Ann Kogan, Syndey Lee Silver Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com

