Lets go Tick-tits!



Well have you seen her tits?

When they are covered in ticks

It's shit like that

That makes monks shag their wicks

Say have you seen her ticks?

Sucking on her tits?

Not even dog-tits are better than this

Unless of course they are covered in ticks

What could be better than ticks on your tits?

Except for Dick-tits, all up in the slit

And also, your Mothers a whore

The ticks got so big they won't fit through the door

Have you seen her tits when they're covered in ticks

Let's all go lick them then pop them with sticks

Tick-tits are growning, they're saggy and grey

And once you fuck tick-tits you'll never go gay



Tick-tits, Tick-tits

Tick-tits, Tick-tits

I love

Tick-tits, Tick-tits

Tick-tits, dick-slit, sick shit

uuuugghhh



Have you seen her tits?



Underneath all of those ticks?



Baggy and saggy and filled up with pus

This is your Mom, she hangs out with us...

Dammit I love me some ticks

So do the wops and the micks

And if you don't you outta...

The Mexicans love a bug Tick-tit pinata

I am addicted to ticks

And I don't wanna sound like a prick

So many ticks you can't see her at all

If it keeps up like this she'll be banned from the mall
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Now let's set fire to the ticks!

It's as easy as flicking your Bic!

The tick-titted wonder is bursting with flame

Her tits are on fire-I don't know her name



Tick-tits, Tick-tits

Tick-tits, Tick-tits

I love

Tick-tits, Tick-tits

tick-tits, dick-slit, sick shit

uuuugghhh



I got this job in ebay

They sent me to scrape out her flap

Never guessed id be so impressed

By her tick-tit-dick-slit trap

Just a flopping mass of grayish skin

Oozing ichor from every crease

Did I forget to mention

She's morbidly obese?



Tick-tits

Tick-tits

Tick-tits, oh Tick-tits, pleased clean out your gash

Tick-tits

a rugby team is at the door, we really need the cash

Tick-tits



Tick-tits, Tick-tits

Tick-tits, Tick-tits

I love

Tick-tits, dick-slit, sick shit

uuuugghhh



Her suffering is over now

She found death, I pray

Her body so covered in insects

Haven't seen her face for days

Her mung-encrusted 'ginal hole

Became a swarming insect bowl

Baggy and saggy

And puffy and gross

The talk of the town!

The toast of the coast!








[Thanks to Mike for these lyrics]

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