Lyrics:
He lamped up the room and then couched itFeeling no fear from the dayHe'd cared for a long time to get hereAnd he was brainedHe lazy eye bagging but sorelyNo morsel of spunk had he leftWho was he drained?Some knocks on the door, came a-poundin'He wanted not answer but shouldSo ahead his fat feet 'cross the floor thereTo where he stoodAnd the fuck that rapped on his inletNone other than killer McHannAnd that's not goodHe lazy eye bagging but sorelyNo morsel of spunk had he leftWho was he drained?Some knocks on the door came a-poundin'He wanted not answer but shouldSo ahead his fat feet 'cross the floor thereTo where he stoodAnd the fuck that rapped on his inletNone other than killer McHannAnd that's not goodScared of that man, scared of that manScared of that man, scared of that man