Tick-Tits

Lyrics

Let's go, Tick-tits! [Verse 1] Well have you seen her tits? When they are covered in ticks It's shit like that That makes monks shag their wicks Say have you seen her ticks? Sucking on her tits? Not even dog-tits are better than this Unless of course they are covered in ticks What could be better than ticks on your tits? Except for dick-ticks, all up in the slit And also, your mother's a whore The ticks got so big, they won't fit through the door Have you seen her tits when they're covered in ticks? Let's all go lick them then pop them with sticks Tick-tits are growing, they're saggy and grey And once you fuck tick-tits, you'll never go gay [Chorus] Tick-tits Tick-tits Tick-tits Tick-tits, I love Tick-tits Tick-tits Tick-tits, dick-slit, sick shit Ahhh! [Verse 2] Have you seen her tits? Underneath all of those ticks? Baggy and saggy and filled up with pus This is your mom, she hangs out with us Dammit, I love me some ticks So do the wops and the micks And if you don't you oughta The Mexicans love a big Tick-tit pinata I am addicted to ticks And I don't wanna sound like a prick So many ticks you can't see her at all If it keeps up like this, she'll be banned from the mall Now let's set fire to the ticks It's as easy as flicking your Bic The tick-titted wonder is bursting with flame Her tits are on fire, I don't know her name [Chorus] Tick-tits Tick-tits Tick-tits Tick-tits, I love Tick-tits Tick-tits Tick-tits, dick-slit, sick shit Ahhh! [Bridge] I got this job on eBay They sent me to scrape out her flap Never guessed I'd be so impressed By her tick-tit dick-slit trap Just a flopping mass of grayish skin Oozing ichor from every crease Did I forget to mention She's morbidly obese? Tick! Tits! Tick! Tits! Tick-tits Oh Tick-tits Please clean out your gash (Tick! Tits!) A rugby team is at the door We really need the cash (Tick! Tits!) [Chorus] Tick-tits Tick-tits Tick-tits Tick-tits, I love Tick-tits Tick-tits Tick-tits, dick-slit, sick shit Ahhh! [Solo] [Bridge 2] Her suffering is over now She found death, I pray Her body so covered in insects Haven't seen her face for days Her mung-encrusted 'ginal hole Became a swarming insect bowl Baggy and saggy and puffy and gross The talk of the town! The toast of the coast!