"Gypsyhook" Lyrics

Just another gypsy hook
Chocking on that dick you rode
And it's taken his, in which I abode
Where i slit the morse of my mothers throat
Rotten to me, rotten to me
Oh no

Most of us can merge in the back of the seat
The last and go into my back straight gets me clean
Well I heard the bird atop your head
Slumming monk had cut my bed
(Slumming monk had cut my bed)
Rotten to m-m-m-me

Rotten to me, rotten to me
Nanananana, nanananana
Rotten to me, rotten to me
Nanananana, nanananana
Rotten to me, rotten to me
Nanananana, nanananana
Rotten to me, rotten to me
Nanananana, nanananana
Oh whoa
Rotten to me, rotten to me
Yeah
Rot-ten to