The Corpse In Question Didn't Say No

Shag a corpse, why of course
There for the taking, in for a raping
During the breaking no chance of waking
Out of a crypt, bound, gagged and whipped
A bondage game for the insane
The corpse in question didn't say no x2
Stick my dick in it anywhere
Pull it out, now there's a hole there
Corpse on top and I'm fucking rough
I'm showering in corpse dandruff
The limbs lay scattered on the ground
On me the torso spins around
The corpse in question didn't say no x2
Groping hands cave in chest, molesting maggot nest
Fist my way up butt crack, fingers find lava sack
Stirring insects seem to make it move
Tickling my dick, I've got back my groove
I wonder could this be misconstrude?
A funky lumpy chunk of rump
To my dismay it broke away
Crowns my chop with gore, goop and glop
Gluteus max on fat, rest is worn like a hat
Thrust, thrust, thrust, turned to dust
Thrust, thrust, thrust, mixed with cum makes it mush
Thrust, thrust, thrust, turned to dust
Thrust, thrust, thrust, mixed with cum makes it mush
In gore I trust.