GRIP by Reaper Lyrics

Silk legs atop of your face
Got your tongue in her favorite place

Four hands headed anyplace
Perhaps the why to a conscious space

As the salt trickle down her spine
As the hot in her legs meet mine
As the blade of her lips connect
I find my grip fast around her neck

Grip her vag and then you make her be so wet
Fuck her take a shower then you fuck again
Fingers feeling flowers glow in cryptic red
In her eyes you see em, father's earthly dread