Cuntpuncher Lyrics


You bitch bitch bitch until I can't stand it, I'll punt you in the roast beef sandwich

If a blowjob is not in your plans, I'll stick a knife right through your clam

If you wash my balls and give me guff, I'll baseball bat your hairy muff

If I need money and you won't get a job, I'll skewer your ovaries with shishkebobs

I don't care for your time of the month, I WILL PUNCH YOUR CUNT

My fist is just starting its hunt, I WILL PUNCH YOUR CUNT

If I want a cup of coffee and you won't make a batch I'll pap-smear you with broken glass

If I catch you in bed with an L.A. Laker, I'll repeatedly stab your baby maker

If you give me shit about my dirty socks, I'll take a bandsaw to your box

If I beat you in the face and your retina comes detached, I'll stick a live piranha in your snatch

I don't care for your time of the month, I WILL PUNCH YOUR CUNT

My fist is just starting its hunt, I WILL PUNCH YOUR CUNT

If I sleep all day and you don't know why, I'll pistol whip your whispering eye

If you won't let me blow my load in your face, I'll spray your whoo-ha full of mace

If I see a giant spider and you call me a wuss, I'll kick a field goal with your puss

If I wanna fuck now and you put up a fight, I'll fuck your gash with dynamite

I don't care for your time of the month, I WILL PUNCH YOUR CUNT

My fist is just starting its hunt, I WILL PUNCH YOUR CUNT

Still don't care for your time of the month, I WILL PUNCH YOUR CUNT

My fist is just starting its hunt, I WILL PUNCH YOUR CUNT