Tijuana Grandma Gore-Orgy

Lyrics

[Intro]
Grab your spoons, the cake is bleeding! Grandma's 78 and still heaving!

[Verse 1]
Candles melt on a rotting corpse, this ain't no fucking tea-time course
Throat ripped open, a gaping maw, for my cock to slide, against all law
Tijuana heat, the stench of death, a final gasp, a dying breath
Her withered cunt, a dusty crypt, but my hard dick, it's firmly gripped

[Chorus]
Neck hole fucking, blood-torn anal plundering,
Menstrual mustache bukkake, grandma's party's thundering!
A crimson tide, a sticky mess, no funeral, just pure excess
Happy birthday, you dead old bitch, a grindcore fuck, a primal itch!

[Verse 2]
The mariachis wail off-key, as I drill her ass for all to see
Her dentures clatter, eyes glazed wide, as my filthy seed shoots deep inside
Auntie screams, her face turns green, this ain't the family's usual scene
But grandpa's smiling, clutching his beer, "More blood!" he shouts, "More fucking cheer!"

[Chorus]
Neck hole fucking, blood-torn anal plundering,
Menstrual mustache bukkake, grandma's party's thundering!
A crimson tide, a sticky mess, no funeral, just pure excess
Happy birthday, you dead old bitch, a grindcore fuck, a primal itch!

[Bridge]
The cake is splattered, red and dark, her menstrual flow leaves its vile mark
On my upper lip, a crimson foam, no going back, we're far from home
This ain't no dream, it's real as sin, let the fucking desecration begin!

[Chorus]
Neck hole fucking, blood-torn anal plundering,
Menstrual mustache bukkake, grandma's party's thundering!
A crimson tide, a sticky mess, no funeral, just pure excess
Happy birthday, you dead old bitch, a grindcore fuck, a primal itch!

[Outro]
Flesh torn, guts spewing, grandma's dead, and we're still screwing!