Feel her tight between my thighs from across the football field,
it's victory that I smell inside, and the smell contains no guilt.
H e r p e s, I can smell them through her dress.
My daddy's wrong, mother knows best.

C c c is for cunt, there's a sickness inside that I need to harvest.
Broken tramp, have you seen her, I tried to love but now I'll beat her.
H e r p e s, I can smell them through her dress.
Your daddy's wrong, mother knows best.

She's the one who brings me to life, when I stab her with my hunting knife.
Broken tramp, have you seen her, i tried to love but now I've beat her.