Polo Went to Titusville

VERSE ONE— eleven syllables per fuckin' second, count it: HEROIN WHORES LINE UP, VEINS LIKE BLUE PASTA, COKE-BITCHES SNORT MY CUM OFF A MIRROR, TASTA. METH DOT COM— CLICK, PAY, GET YOUR TEETH PULLED, SIT ON MY FACE, TEASE ME, 'TIL MY WALLET'S FULL. DOWN PAYMENT DONE? NOW SPREAD— TIME TO FUCK, BUT YOU WANNA WAIT? BITCH I'LL RAM A TRUCK. NEEDLE IN YOUR TITS, CRACK PIPE UP YOUR CUNT, I PAY THE RENT, YOU PAY THE FRONT— THAT'S THE HUNT. CHORUS— PANTERA STYLE: COWBOYS FROM HELL, BUT THESE COWS ARE CRACKED, I BRAND YOUR ASS WITH MY CREDIT CARD— SMACK! METALLICA SOLO— JAMES HETFIELD SCREAMS: "ENTER SANDMAN? NAH, ENTER MY DICK, QUEEN." VERSE TWO— SLAYER SPEED: DADDY'S LIL GIRL GOT A SPOON AND A BIC, LIGHT THAT SHIT UP, WHILE I LIGHT UP YOUR CLIT. TEASE ME? BITCH, I'LL TEAR YOUR LIPS OFF— NOT FACE, THE ONES DOWN THERE, WHILE YOU SCREAM IN MY BASE. CRACK PIPE BUBBLE, LIKE YOUR PUSSY WHEN WET, BUT AFTER YOU'RE DONE, YOU'RE JUST A USED VET. DOWN PAYMENT? HA— I'LL PUT A DOWN PAYMENT IN YOUR ASS, THEN WATCH IT LEAK OUT WHILE YOU BEG FOR GAS. BRIDGE— LAMB OF GOD: LAY DOWN! LAY DOWN! LAY DOWN YOUR PUSSY FOR ME, I'LL PISS ON YOUR GRAVE WHILE YOU DIE IN ECSTASY. COKE OFF YOUR NIPS, METH OFF YOUR SOUL, HEROIN HANGIN' LIKE A USED TAMPON ROLL. FINAL RIFF— SLIPKNOT MASK ON, CORY TAYLOR GROWLS: I WANT TO FUCK YOUR CORPSE, AFTER YOU O.D. IN BED, THEN JERK OFF OVER YOUR COLD, ROTTING HEAD. TWELVE AND A HALF BEATS— THAT'S MY CUM RATE, ELEVEN SYLLABLES? I'LL SHOVE 'EM DOWN YOUR THROAT, SLUT.