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Bliss n Eso

Pigs In The Porn Trough

 

Pigs In The Porn Trough

(album: Flowers In The Pavement - 2004)


Please no offense to the voluptuous Fräuleins,
(I'm using beer as lubrication),
Haha, there you are looking greasy in my pig farm,
(Someone just fell in a puddle of mud!),
I like it, I like it.

You better tell a friend, or knock on someone's door,
Cause Bliss n Eso came with that new song of porn,
Bang boogie, heres the star,
Better yet the duo!
But no no to you homos,
That means no go in my poo hole!

(He said bam bam, boogie and a bottle of whisky,
I just think damn! could she see that hobbling gypsy! that told me to be a recluse a hermit with God and make pornos with Miss Piggy and Kermat the frog.)

Well that's his job, and me? I've been expecting you,
It was in this house of lies that I met the truth,
Don't get Eso twisted,
Mud is a storm,
Sex is in a movie and love isn't porn!

Cinderella spin her fella into her pumpkin,
I said surely your prefer your temple...
Said he went up into mud, to find some nice dirty lovers,
And eight voluptuous freulines with two dirty fuckers.

Is this a simple invite to take off to the hills,
And watch the moon make love with wolves (howl),
She pushes she pulls, she dribbles she drools,
Blowing back, blowing smoke, I mean my scribbles are cool.

Yeah, I had her bent over the banister,
And handcuffed to the railings,
She thought we were sailing but no baby I was waiting.
With my spear stuck in deep, I want to poach this walrus,
Damsels don't be distresses we're about to approach the chorus.

Bump! Everybody let your knees buckle when you feel the thump,
Of a thousand hungry lambs that are all on the hunt,
Girl let me see your panties, kiss your ankles get it crunk,
To the rhythm of ism two cents and some.
Mud! Everybody let your knees buckle when you feel the thump,
Of a thousand hungry lambs that are all on the hunt,
Girl let me see your panties, kiss your ankles get it crunk,
To the rhythm of ism two cents and some.

Yeah felines shave your whiskers and call me cousin Vinnie,
I can feel those V-holes buzzing under a dozen minny's,
So I selected a maid, and said I'm uncanny tonight,
May caught you and later see your faj fanny delights.

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