The Byrds---Turn! Turn! Turn! (To Everything There Is A Season) lyrics
Artist - Forrest Gump soundtrack
Album - Forrest Gump
Lyrics - The Byrds---Turn! Turn! Turn! (To Everything There Is A Season)
I'll crunch Your Ballsac, Whip it into A Mulch Genital Juices gurgle And Squelch Squeeze Your Testicals, Put them in A Vice Butcher Knives And Razor Stab, Poke And Slice...
I open up Your Scrotum And fiddle with Your Nuts If I get to Hungry I'll Bite into Your Butt Spaghetti - like Urethra Dripping Urinal Gore I fist the gaping orifice, I'm Such A Fucking Whore...
Saving the Human Race from over Population Destroy Your Manhood With A Castration Dissecting Your Penis and Balls I Start to fucking laugh! Your future generations Are thrown into a trash
You Scream like a Woman, Your Voice is Now Higher - My cauterizing implements Are Heating in the fire - creating A New Species of imbiguites I'm Your God And Savior. I'm Vascectomite...
