I needed a reason to pull out the infamous vibraslap.That's what I said-the mighty VIBRASLAP!
WARNING:contains the lyric 'Groin Gravy',as coined by the fabulous Red Tide, and for that Red,I will always be indebted to you.
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Lyrics
Moments ago she was a virgin
And so was I
But from a different generation
Which could be the reason why
Her old man was in a rage
When he barged in on our coming of age
Decelibation
Of course,I wasn't overjoyed
When I found out he was employed
As the Hangman...
So Hangman, Hangman,what do you say?
You've got to string me up today
Well I don't mind and I don't mind telling you why
'cause you can bet I'll be getting the last laugh when I die.
So I got thrown in the gallows for buttering her bread
Now they want my ass hung from my neck 'til I'm dead
The condemned tell a tale that sounds way too good to be true
My curiousity's killing me so hangman I'm asking you.
they say a convicted man dangling to his death
Will shoot hard like a hound on his last living breath
So I'm happy committing the punishment fitting the crime
Cumming and going to Hell at the very same time.
So spill yer guts Hangman what can I expect
When you yank yer lever and snap this stack of dimes I call a neck?
Do you think I'll be squealing because I'll be feeling so good?
Will I be spent like the rent when these eyes roll back under this hood?
Only one feminita was able to set free
The white hot love lava ooozing deep inside me
And it might sound plum loco but Lord I hope
I'll be attending one more happy ending on the dead man's rope.
I don't need no last meal,want no last cigarettes,
No desire for mercy,no remorse,no regrets
I'm just eagerly biding time, nervously biting my tongue
'til the trapdoor is released and at last I'm deceased and well hung.
Down my leg the groin gravy is trickling slow
And from those pearls that nourish the soil below
Like an unwanted fetus extracted from Mother Nature's womb
her deliciously evil mistake, the bittersweet mandrake flowers bloom.
I dreamt a comely young vixen goes strolling one day
Through this garden of evil and she picks a bouquet
Then brews a toxic elixer of mandrake petals and water
With one sip she O.D's and ironically she is yer daughter.
Well it appears lower powers have brought her to me
To forever fulfill our dirtnap destiny
As we take guilty pleasure in watching you suffer and grow old
Whooda thunk that my spunk would end up on a dish best served cold?
So Hangman, Hangman what do you say?
I see you smiling as you gotta string me up today
But I don't mind and I don't mind telling you why.
'cause you can bet I'll be getting the last laugh when I die.