Belt Parkway lyrics
by Goretex
Factory stance, acid in stamps, I'm exmortis, chalice and plants, it's dancers moonlighting its tortoise
Slice your wig up, the general sword f*ck him with Gore sh*t, pretty girls made graves I kiss 'em once in their coffins
A Japanese romance morbid corpses I'm twisted it's often, the last one up in the morgue I'm mad nauseous!
Rockin' a shmack, wet nurse to pledging my c*ck, whether vegetables like Shiavo on pot, ready to pop!
Smoked the burning witch, pregnant b*tches lookin' for Mitch, me seein' is sick, nurses pop off they're lookin' for di*k!
My killers are crunk from Malibu to kids in the sticks, the Pre-Apocalypse the last Pre-Fix killin' your whole sh*t!