Snowballing Blood

I come
To see them cum
While crawling the mud
And snowballing blood

Imaginations I design
A consitution divine
Close to prostitution

I come
To see them cum
While crawling the mud
And snowballing blood

They come in two
I know they'll do, cause I've asked them to
Join me for a coin

Imaginations I design
It's like a constitution
Of memories divine

And then at last
It's going fast

Take it in the mouth
Give it to the next
The blood is running south
I'm being over-sexed

When I intrude, am I being rude?
But to be nice is what I despise