Benedict Bootlicker Songtext
von Medusa

Be careful, the ass that you′re kissing
Sits high on a throne of their lips
Be careful, the boots that you're licking
Aren′t gonna taste bad as the fist
But would you consider it winning
When really you wasted your wish
For someone who's tired of swimming
You sure wanna sleep with the fish

Bring me your roster
Bring me a sign
Make me an offer
Call me divine
I'm

Benedict bootlicker
I′ll eat your loose slipper
Know you wanted saving
But you got me


I am the suit picker
I′ll pick which fruits picture
Ends up on the pavement
With roses in the street

Cluck cluck then I learned
They can't eat me if I eat you first
Cluck cluck
They can′t eat me if I

They can't eat me if I eat you first
They can′t hate me if you're the worst
They can′t eat me if I eat you first
They can't hate me if you're the worst

I was a surly little fucker
With my pearly teeth
Until somebody popped a sucker
Just to buck and bleed
And then before he threw another hit
I rolled my molars, tongue, and spit
And begged him if I clucked and snitched
Would he leave me
Alone


Now I lay me down to sleep
Don′t need to pray for your defeat
The shit you talk you′re gonna eat
If you keep licking boots
You'll get kicked in the teeth

Benedict bootlicker
I′ll eat your loose slipper
Know you wanted saving
But you got me

I am the suit picker
I'll pick which fruits picture
Ends up on the pavement
With roses in the street