I've Got the Disease

Gonna tell you about the wretched impulse

I want to come like a nuclear missile

I want that pooch licking on my cock

My geyser will blow steam off

I've got the disease

It always creeps into my dreams

I become a dog ******* *** machine

Beastiality is what

I like **** your cat stab it with my knife

I rip your cows horned head off

**** his brain with my chainsaw

Take the sheep put their legs in my boots

Put my blue weiner up the poop chute