Album by Cretin
Number of Lyrics in Album : 16
By Cretin, I’m a rapist of poultry Plucked, stuffed, and cooked My
By Cretin, Cockfight Cockfight Filthy bums and lunatics Surprising people with their
By Cretin, I'm woken with a piss shower In their filthy shack
By Cretin, Smearing honey on his body, waiting for the bugs He
By Cretin, I didn’t want a son I got one anyway Little
By Cretin, Everyday you'll find her out there Crouched down on her
By Cretin, Shambling down the roadside Cheering as he goes A manic,
By Cretin, An old man's at the department store But he's not
By Cretin, She is not calm till sheathed within Her black constrictive
By Cretin, From the depths Of the brain A stream of cussing
By Cretin, I have a van It's a special van It has
By Cretin, Dullard skipping down the street Whistling to a tuneless beat
By Cretin, There was a bitter woman with a farm near the
By Cretin, Retarded Uncle Percy lives At his sister’s place Her children
By Cretin, Science built his single breast Saline under skin Lopsided and
By Cretin, I own a happy midget—I walk him in the yard