House Of Asmodeus (Explicit) - Big PeePees

Lyrics by：Ajazzy

Composed by：Ajazzy

Who's singing love songs at my lustful lounge

Ozzie's isn't the place for sentimental sounds

What'd you expect from a proprietor like us

Your demon host Asmodeus the embodiment of lust

Give me a thrust

Yeah show me some lust

From the groin to the bust

In desire we trust

In the house of Asmodeus

Trumpet ha

Little imp you came here to sing your serenade

Perform your feelings on a velvety stage

Well we got a saying that's popular in these parts

Only little b***hes strum the strings of their hearts

You wanna hang around this lustful town

Ditch the lovey-dovey before we knock you around

Here we sing about wants and desires

Depravity savagery loins hotter than fire

So give me a thrust

Show me some lust

From the groin to the bust

Little imp you just must

In the house of Asmodeus

Come on sing us a song

Make sure the subject is getting it on

Make it graphic and tactfully long

Be sure to rhyme thong and shlong

Go ahead the mic's on

I want to

Yeah what do you want

Butt stuff Piss play Bondage

Make gentle love to you

Ugh what a limp-dick imp

You're really killing the vibe

Get a load of this dweeb and his unsatisfied bride

Hey now I've watched those two pork many times

What Blitz

And honestly they make missionary

Look relatively exciting

That Blitzo so you're showing your face

Hey everybody this guy's a total disgrace

Some nerves you got to comment on a relationship

Last I checked your love life is a pile of s**t

Oh Blitzo

I used to date him

Oh Verosika and you are here

I'd stroke and I'd fellate him

Fellate him fellate him

Yeah but when it was my turn

My turn my turn

He did no reciprocatin'

What a b***h a*s

A selfish imp in the sheets

And just as bad in the streets

A Reckless heartbreaking freak

Who's that at your table

Is your date a demon prince

Stolas is that you

Are you sleeping with an imp

Wooo my dark Lord how the mighty do fall

You used to have a smoking wife

A kid you had it all

I hope you didn't give it up

So you and him could get it up

You sold your life for a thrust

Now that's the spirit of lust

Grab your groin' or a bust

You better get your head must

Pretend you don't see that crust

Hump 'til your junk turns to dust

In the house of Asmode