Rotgut

[Verse 1] In the scrotum of your dreams You turn your first trick for free Cocktails, catnip and cocaine I doubt you'll be in the hot rain [Bridge 1] Make a thick squeal When you cop a feel It rots your gut but that's not enough for you [Verse 2] Induce the red morning sun I spit on the cock of passion My heart beating in your head An angel there in the front bed [Bridge 2] 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