Fista Corps Lyrics

Who says there is no use for the dearly departed
Just make a fist and the party has started
Show appreciation for the dead
They never complain about giving head
Fista Corps

Fits your hand just like a glove
Now embrace that necro love
Nothing finer than rotten v*****
Oh how sweet, the rancid meat
Fista Corps

And now sweet corpse, one last caress
As I fondle a putrid breast
Now you fist bang the open vag-a***
Just kick the bucket, and we'll make ya famous

Fista Corps