Swamp Genocide (feat. Tre' Perdue, Jeff Dobbek, Bob Williams, Kevin O'laughlin & Rok Rupnik)

My wife Fiona, beautifully busty She's gone away but my phallus still stands hard So now it's time to get break out the lotion Wait, what? Who's at my door? What being has the audacity to interrupt me I beckon thee to come forth and speak thy foul name Why is this Happening I just want to beat it I guess they won't Go away I'll just have to greet them My green shaft Is flapping around hitting my thighs As I walk To see the fool pounding on my door I can't believe What my eyes are fucking telling me Why is there Endless fairy tale creatures outside What do I do I am still so god damn horny Yet they keep Banging on my fucking door Won't you just leave me alone to tend to my erection? It's impossible to concentrate with all these fucking fairies tryna gaze at my selection If I can't just masturbate in peace today I'll ogre fuck the lot of you till you pray for my cock to go away It's all ogre now, I've told you twice before to leave me be But you all seem to have something in your ears Well allow the vastness of my gigantic green phallus to penetrate And clear any blockage you have from hearing my words You mystical fucks if I can not have my unholy solace you will pay the ultimate price You stupid mystical fucks if I can not have my unholy solace you will pay the ultimate price with your pitiful Inadequate lives And to impede with such disregard to the sign outside my swamp It almost breaks my heart that you all must face the repercussions of your negligence Now behold the wrath of an omnipotent ogre who has his dick in big green hands Now that I've left my shack there is no redemption I will force myself into every orifice My seed with be seeping from all your fucking pores Can you endure the pleasure from a sadomasochistic None shall survive a rape of this magnitude I just wanted to concentrate on masturbating Now I see that this rape has commenced you no longer wish to be here All you fuckers can run for your lives but it doesn't mean a thing Once my cock is set on a target, there's no escaping its wrath Your life snatched expeditiously due my unwieldy penis Now there is no one that yet draws breath to interrupt my self pleasure I had seeked All but one has left this realm and forced penetration did not give me release A singular option is all that remains, it's to finish what I had started on this day Release and capture now I can finally masturbate