Mother Knows Best

Feel her tight between my thighs from across the football field
It's victory that I smell, and the smell contains no guilt
H-E-R-P-E-S, I can smell them through her dress
H-E-R-P-E-S, my daddy's wrong cause 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?
Tried to love, but now I beat her

H-E-R-P-E-S, I can smell them through her dress
H-E-R-P-E-S, my daddy's wrong cause mother knows best.

C-C-C is for cunt

H-E-R-P-E-S, I can smell them through her dress
H-E-R-P-E-S, my daddy's wrong cause 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?
Tried to love, but now I beat her