rotgut

in the scrotum of your dreams, you turn your first trick for free, cocktails, catnip and cocaine, i doubt you'll be in the hot rain, make a thick squeal, when you cop a feel, it rots your gut but that's not enough for you, induce the red morning sun, i spit on the cock of passion, my heart beating in your head, i leave coke in the front bed, sweet honeycomb and lockjaw, sting like a bee and say aah, two cats that hung each of our lies, build it cause soon we're more chaste