Cornholing Corpse

The corpse begins to rise.
Thoughts of sodomy in its dead eyes.
Rising from the grave,
In order to make you its love slave

It's rigor mortis pecker smeared in poo.
It may be dead but it'll still cornhole you.
A bloated rotting hideous sight.
Will have its way with you all night.

Shirt lifter from the tomb.
our butt will met its doom.
The risen corpse zombified.
Soon you'll feel its pecker inside.

Faggot of the dead.
Wants you in its cold crypt bed.
You better hide or try to run.
It wants its undead pecker in your bum.

Faggot of the dead.
Wants you in its cold crypt bed.
You better hide or try to run.
Before you're filled with zombie cum.