Cretanic Grind Ambush
Cretin
EP • 2004
4 Tracks
Cretin
EP • 2004
Shake, jerk, and yelp for joy | Self gratification a favorite toy | Clapping hands, nervous twitch | Autistic stimming a neural glitch | Body spasms at the brain's own leisure | Needing constant stimulus for pleasure | Uncontrolled spazzing lots of fun | Never bored, we jerk and run | Stick out my tongue, absently drool | Shambling fast, going to touch you | My social skills put to the test | Public behavior a total mess
Submitted by NecroGod — Apr 26, 2025
Leaping from my hiding place | Ripping through your clothes | Restrain your fucking arms and legs | Leaving you exposed | Drag you to the bench nearby | You try to run away | I sit you down, duct tape you up | And put you on display | Struggling, I see the fear in your eyes | Mummified in silver tape, left to cry | My unsuspecting prey | Train you to obey | I turn and walk away | Stay | Dance around and mock your moans | Call you dirty names | Throwing objects at your breasts | Adding to your shame | Jabbing twigs into your ribs | Poking until they snap | Vomit on your taped up face | Makes me cheer and clap | Struggling, I see the fear in your eyes | Mummified in silver tape, left to cry | My unsuspecting prey | Train you to obey | I turn and walk away | Stay
Submitted by MetalElf — Apr 26, 2025
I found her at the dump one day | The landfill a makeshift garbage grave | Trash strewn around the mound where she lay | Someone strangled her and threw her away | Their loss my gain | Squeezing tits until nipples pop | Gulping down the fluid spoiled, rancid, and hot | Chunks of Gyno-yogurt are eaten in clots | Fountains of slop | What you fail to understand | Is what makes me the corpse type man | The answer lies in trembling hands | Her lactating mammary glands | Curdled Breast Milk | Human cheese | Curdled Breast Milk | Freshly squeezed | Watery discharge sails through the air | Annointing me as priest of this dairy affair | Gagging on fatty tissue and areole hair | Good things come in pairs | I drained her empty breast ducts clean | Nutritional value has been redeemed | I'm her son, begun to ween | And she's my wet-nurse my Dairy Queen | Curdled Breast Milk | Female Soy | Curdled Breast Milk | Necro-Dairy-Phagiac Joy
Submitted by Sexy Gargoyle — Apr 26, 2025
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