Pussy Masher huffs into a chair inside his mother’s house
Got a pouty bottom lip when asked to wash the pots
Upset because he was in the middle of a new pornogrind song
Has a split cassette lined up with PUKEBLAST from Arkansas
Mother unknowingly mails out tapes
With tracks about how her son rapes
Though let’s be clear, he’s never really touched
A pair of breasts or single human butt
Cack his sweatpants if an actual woman called him out
Pimple Popper programs putrid pustuletic polluted plops
Couldn’t pitch shift his way out of a paper bag
But from behind his drum machine he swears he murders fags