Curdled Preteen Breastmilk Smoothie Lyrics


My Mother was a whore, my sister followed suit.

She started early, you know she caught the worm.

It came as no surprise when she was fertilized.

She shat out the kid and bought a breast pump for her tits.

Slowly turning inside my refrigerator

Curdled preteen breastmilk smoothie.

The main ingredient came from my little sister.

Curdled preteen breastmilk smoothie.

Woke up with cotton mouth, still drunk and all strung out.

The thirst is real, with my eyes closed I opened the fridge.

I grabbed a mason jar and chugged that sun of a bitch.

Gross, sour, and thick. Oh yeah, it made me sick.

Minutes after, intense gut pain.

I can not believe nor can I explain.

How my younger sister's skankerous endeavors

left her scatter brained to the extend of leaving

rotted breastmilk in the fridge.

Where the food lives. How could she do this?

How could I be so stupid?

The white sludge gushes forth, out of my facial holes.

It woke up all three guys "sleeping" in my sister's room.

It came as no surprise that all three were black guys.

Not that it matters, her pussy is not racist.