Womb of burlap

⸻ [Verse 1] Breed her on the altar, c**k like a spell, C*m cross dripping in the womb of hell, Tie her in the trailer, legs spread wide, Meth-smoke sermon where the demons hide. Rust k***e carving down her belly fat, Whisper my hymn as I f**k like that, Pregnant with the curse of the Burlap seed, P***y full of b***d but she still must breed. C*m in her womb ‘til it leak down thighs, Cult chant loud when the virgin cries, Nine-month sermon, meth-dust breath, She carrying the gospel of a demon death. ⸻ [Hook] Breed that bitch, womb on fire, Meth-smoke altar, lust desire, Cut that cunt, bleed and feed, Burlap Christ plant demon seed. Breed that bitch, womb on fire, Backwoods preacher, cult admire, F**k that prayer, rot and need, Womb of Burlap is the gospel creed. ⸻ [Verse 2] Fetus in her gut got horns and teeth, K**k in the womb while I f**k beneath, C*m on her stomach, rub it in deep, Preacher sow crops that the angels reap. B***d in her p***y, water don’t break, Ritual f**k ‘til the womb bones shake, Sermon in her ovaries, meth lab choir, Breed her with the gospel of my unholy fire. Virgin gone rotten but the belly still grow, Pregnant with the seed of the cult I sow, Trailer park manger, womb on display, Burlap Christ born the unholy way. ⸻ [Hook] Breed that bitch, womb on fire, Meth-smoke altar, lust desire, Cut that cunt, bleed and feed, Burlap Christ plant demon seed. Breed that bitch, womb on fire, Backwoods preacher, cult admire, F**k that prayer, rot and need, Womb of Burlap is the gospel creed. ⸻ [Verse 3] Screaming in the trailer, water turns red, Birth that demon in a c*m-stained bed, Legs spread open, cunt split wide, Cult all chanting while the fetus slide. Rotten child born with a goat-head grin, B***d and shit dripping down her skin, Still I f**k her womb while the spawn still cries, Baptize the infant in the mother’s thighs. Eat the placenta, drink that wine, Demon baby suck my c**k in time, Womb of the cult, womb of the grave, Breed ‘em and bleed ‘em ‘til no soul saved. ⸻ [Bridge] “Push the spawn… split the womb… Burlap seed become the tomb…” “B***d in the crib, piss on the prayer, meth-smoke gospel fill the air…” Breed the bitch, tear the skin, Demon child of the preacher sin, Meth lab manger, b***d and seed, Backwoods gospel of the womb’s dark need. Rotten crib, c*m-soaked floor, Cult all feeding while the mother tore, No god left, no savior born, Burlap Christ in a womb of p**n.