Her boyfriend stands beside her His dick covered in xyphilis and herpes From all the other women he's had sex with While his girlfriend was in the hospital He'll give it to her tonight And she'll die depressed like everyone else Unloved, untouched Full of diseases While passing people call her a whore But still, he smiles Because he's not the victim He's the plague
'Tis better to be the right hand of the devil Than in his path