They call me a creeping oozing son of a bitchnBecause the smell of infection gets me stiffnI pound down on visions of perfectionnUsing my fists just to get my erectionnThey think it's gonna stop but its only getting worsenAs she starts to choke upon her bilenJust a few more times my darling, your throat's about to splitnFrom all the built-up bile that is now filling itnThat's right, just let it outnThe bile burns your mouthnThe stomach acid corrodes your teeth, there is no doubtnJeez, I love that smell, so I rejoice in itnWatching the blood drip from her ass is a sight not to be missednI fist them til they're sickn