Rotgut Lyrics

In the s****** of your dreams
You turn your first trick for free
c***tails, catnip and cocaine
I doubt you'll be in the hot rain
Make a thick squeal
When you cop a feel
It rots your gut but that's not enough for you
Induce the red morning sun
I spit on the c*** of passion
My heart beating in your head
I leave c**e in the front bed

Sweet honeycomb and lockjaw
Sting like a bee and say aah
Two cats that hung each of our lies
Build it cause soon we're more chaste