Tales of Torture Vol. III

Leave your manners at home,
bring only your wrong doins.
Bring your hammers and stone.
Leave my scrotum in ruins.
Your dad's a carpenter right?
Be a good girl,
grab his toolbox.
I hope you sharpened your knife.
Make my wood hurl.
Stab this fool's cock.
For our morning-after brunch, I'm thinking bacon, eggs, and ham
But first, give my balls a crunch.
My Staples button needs a slam.
"That was easy" my bloodied sack growls,
as my balls release four to five gallon.
Nice and greasy, I send whore for more towels,
as I turn on Late Night with Jimmy Fallon.