Mr toodling - Phazm

I’m looking for the Death’s hand to come

I’ll still be smiling when she’ll take form

'Would yoy like a cigar, you’re welcome !'

I can’t wait to be filled with worms

I’m doing a grind on every crack

I’ll keep on blasting every snatch

Until my big clobbers get empty

From this melting resinous spunk

Killing the little man in the boat

Stupid cow, you sing like a goat

Your pain fits my ecstasy so well

I wanna hear ya, sweet hussy !

My name is Firky, Firky Toodling

Alias the mad brown-Eye-Bugger

I’m rising from the dead to screw you all

My rotten lobcock will stick you to the wall