Relaxative: Fan Song


You hate me cause I make you horny
Annoying but it's true
You try to imagine unicorns
But my stink wand keeps haunting you
Devotion to a scummy fuck
Perched on your pedestal
He makes you angry
But you want him to pound your cunt muscle
Axe and error
Chaos remains yet unknown
It's the punani superbowl
You're finally starting to get it
Boner of chaos
Fierce, rock hard meat machine
Your panties are no longer clean
You love it
And my rager rages on
My intentions
Are cloaked under a friendly smile
Nostalgia and a box of wine
Death metal and lucifixation
Hesitation
When you see the length and girth
Still, you give it all you're worth
You love it
My rager rages on
The fans love me and I love my fans
I love their mouths, their holes, their hands
From Savonlinna to Newfoundland
Give me all their money, leave wanting more
Music's my pimp and I'm the whore
This is what you all adore
Tour bus, jet plane, hotel room
Beer and pussy, toys and lube
Another town, another dozen fans to do
I'll do them all, I'm not shallow
Fat or skinny, short or tall
As long as they all drain my fucking balls
Axe and error
Chaos remains yet unknown
It's the punani superbowl
You're finally starting to get it
Boner of chaos
Fierce, rock hard meat machine
Your panties are no longer clean
You love it
My rager rages on