I Know The Insides Of Women

I can sense the smell of her snatch as it hunts me down 
 I know the insides of women 
 and I'm always on the hunt for a fresh [bad word] to satisfy my baldass [bad word] 
 her desire for seminal burst upon her face will lead her to a place she is not ready to embrace 
 the opportunity plays into my hands as she follows me down my vile spiral into 
 unknown ual stimulations, which keep her intrigued 
 I slip my fingers into her mouth and grasp her jaw; with one twist her body falls limp 
 overwhelmed by the thirst to satisfy 
 she's not dead, still alive but motionless and blind... 
 the female pile of flesh lay vulnerable to my perverted exploitations of a savage kind 
 with malicious intent I begin my search, sliding back tender vaginal skin 
 exposing the filthy cavernous tissue within 
 engorging myself with mouthful of cervical nectar and pulverized meat 
 I grab my tools, elite weapons of the masters, and with my trust blade cut her from her [bad word] to her battered strip 
 the sight of freshly drawn organs fuels my urge 
 fiendishly I [bad word] over top of her gaping torso but without hesitation 
 I thrust my spear into cavity of entrails 
 forcefully I remove heaps of mangled innards to get a better look 
 while I dissect selected pieces of the reproductive system 
 with my trust blade cut her from her [bad word] to her battered strip 
 the sight of freshly drawn organs fuels my urge 
 fiendishly I [bad word] over top of her gaping torso but without hesitation 
 I thrust my spear into cavity of entrails 
 forcefully I remove heaps of mangled innards to get a better look 
 while I dissect selected pieces of the reproductive system