A Fowl Fetish
(Music: Martinez, Jones, Widener) (Lyrics: Widener, Martinez)
I'm a rapist of poultry
Plucked, stuffed, and cooked
My recipe for love
Comes from a cookbook
You might call it sick
But you'd be mistaken
I'm fowly in love
Nude beneath my apron
Lovingly prepping
My prizewinning game hen
Tongue-kiss the neck hole
f******** her rear end
Massaging in spices
Culinary foreplay
My b**py-fleshed lover
A finger lickin' good lay
The turkey gobbles
The rooster crows
My glistening meat baster
Swells and grows
Dressing for s** with a twist
Spread her thighs, I grease my fist
I work the stuffing in her hole
Knees buckle when I lose control
I set the oven to cook real quick
And push the b***on with my d***
Lighting candles sets the mood
As I prepare to f*** my food
A breast or thigh
Neck or wing
My original or crispy
s** cuisine
The scent of my lover
Hangs thick in the air
Through the oven window
I m********* and stare
My l*** overwhelms me
Throw open the door
Scalding my hands
I mount her on the floor
I plunge my c*** into her meat
The steaming juices feel so sweet
Our fevered thrusting shakes the walls
Homemade stuffing burns my b****
She falls apart and cannot last
I shove a drumstick up my a**
Clawing at her tender b******
I c** and then I eat the rest
(Music: Martinez, Jones, Widener) (Lyrics: Widener, Martinez)
I'm a rapist of poultry
Plucked, stuffed, and cooked
My recipe for love
Comes from a cookbook
You might call it sick
But you'd be mistaken
I'm fowly in love
Nude beneath my apron
Lovingly prepping
My prizewinning game hen
Tongue-kiss the neck hole
f******** her rear end
Massaging in spices
Culinary foreplay
My b**py-fleshed lover
A finger lickin' good lay
The turkey gobbles
The rooster crows
My glistening meat baster
Swells and grows
Dressing for s** with a twist
Spread her thighs, I grease my fist
I work the stuffing in her hole
Knees buckle when I lose control
I set the oven to cook real quick
And push the b***on with my d***
Lighting candles sets the mood
As I prepare to f*** my food
A breast or thigh
Neck or wing
My original or crispy
s** cuisine
The scent of my lover
Hangs thick in the air
Through the oven window
I m********* and stare
My l*** overwhelms me
Throw open the door
Scalding my hands
I mount her on the floor
I plunge my c*** into her meat
The steaming juices feel so sweet
Our fevered thrusting shakes the walls
Homemade stuffing burns my b****
She falls apart and cannot last
I shove a drumstick up my a**
Clawing at her tender b******
I c** and then I eat the rest