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Lyrics
Current Demo Songs:
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Freak Girl - 3:53
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Sex Candy - 2:53
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Daddy's Little Girl - 4:18
Freak Girl
Written and
Performed by RaVeN
Guitar Written
and Performed by Anibus
She’s a,
Poster Perfect, Teen Dream Extreme,
A gothic Rendition of a Plastic Prom Queen.
With Black Buckled Boots, Bound up to her knees,
She’s the, Kind of Freak Girl that I need.
She’s a Freak.
She’s a,
Broken Barbie Doll Sensation,
With a kind of Porno Scene Sophistication.
Out to fulfill her Fetish Fixations,
With her Deviant needs of Oral Defecation.
She’s a Freak.
She’s a,
Selfish slut who only wants to please,
She loves to give as well as receive.
A piercing Perforated Tattooed Tease,
The Inspiration of many wet dreams.
She’s a Freak.
I want a girl who’s a freak like me.
Not a slut and not a whore, but acts like it behind closed doors.
I want a girl who’s a freak like me.
I want a girl who’s a freak like me.
Someone who can please all my needs.
I want a girl who’s a freak like me.
Not a,
Anorexic, Botox Injected, Slave to Society.
That can’t wait for the right time, perfect guy, or even her dream.
One who becomes obsessed with the attention that they receive.
And would try to fly the mile high from the back of a limousine.
Not a,
Mundane Melodramatic, Innuendo, Cliché.
Or an Epigrammatic Compunctious Relentless, Malevolent Plague.
Who’s an unbelievable incredibly deceivable Fake.
Or the main mark of the Slanty Shanty Panty Raid Brigade.
Not a,
Post Apocalyptic, Sugar Daddy Trip.
Like the Trailer Trash Whore who’s Dancing for her tips.
Much like The Tender Treats found in Kibbles and Bits.
Tasteless meat with IQ’s out weighed by their tits.
No those aren’t the kind of girls, for me,
I need someone better someone who’s a freak.
I want a girl who’s a freak like me.
Not a slut and not a whore, but acts like it behind closed doors.
I want a girl who’s a freak like me.
I want a girl who’s a freak like me.
Someone who can please all my needs.
I want a girl who’s a freak like me.
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Sex Candy
Written,
Composed & Performed by RaVeN
Emotionally drained and out of control,
I’m all alone and there’s no one home.
I’d kill for a touch, Serial for a taste,
Even Massacre for a gentle date rape.
I need you, my little sex candy.
I can taste you, in my fantasies.
I want you, my little sex candy.
I could eat you, if only you’d ask me.
Mommy told me,
Stay away from strangers.
(But) she never said,
There were so many flavors.
I know to much, is bad for me,
But I have a sweet tooth, aching in me.
So let your candy flavor, tickle my tongue
All just for me, yum-yum-yum!
I need you, my little sex candy.
I can taste you, in my fantasies.
I want you, my little sex candy.
I could eat you, if only you’d ask me.
(I would savior you, my sex candy.)
Don’t get me wrong, you’re not an object to me.
You’re just a goddess, covered in plastic wrapping.
I’m not a pimp, and I don’t intend to sell you
You’d be all mine, and then I’d get to mount ya.
Pheromone crazy, short skirt freak girl.
Horny filled, busty little treat twirl.
Full of goodness, and surgery sweet.
Remove your selaphane, and be my sex candy.
I need you, my little sex candy.
I can taste you, in my fantasies.
I want you, my little sex candy.
I could eat you, if only you’d ask me.
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Daddy's Little Girl
Written,
Composed & Performed by RaVeN
A tear runs down her cheek, as footsteps ascend the stairs,
The supposed Father figure, has come for his nightly shares.
Mother unit cleans the house and ignores her daughters screams (pleas),
For her past induced fears of having fisted dreams.
Brother’s head tucked in tight, he’s rocking to and fro,
His hands grasping to his bat, hoping that he will go.
Hit me,
Beat me,
Slap me,
It’s the only way you love me.
On me,
For me,
In me,
I don’t really love you daddy.
Everything still, in peace, in silence, in shock of it all
As the bat rests, on the floor, blood red christens the wall
The children had been sent to bed, as to avoid being seen
By their dead Fathers body, that Mother has begun to clean
But she must have been cold, during that warm quaint night
For the chimney smoldered and there was a faint flicker of light
Hit me,
Beat me,
Slap me,
It’s the only way you love me.
On me,
For me,
In me,
I don’t really love you daddy.
Perfection was maintained, since that day when Father had runaway
Except for the leash he had on his daughter, forcing her to still, obey
Poor unlucky princess is pregnant, and with daddy’s little boy,
A sweet and precious, unwanted, yet born bundle of joy.
He will grow up to be the same, the same old man
As the cycle loops again, with the same crooked hand
Hit me,
Beat me,
Slap me,
It’s the only way you love me.
On me,
For me,
In me,
You don’t really Love me Daddy
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