Crawling in my butt
I can feel the seed of zutt
Fear is how I spread
Revert or you'll be dead
There's a zutt behind me that pounds me in rectum
Gooning, grooming
This lack of contraceptives I fear is AIDS inducing
Prolapsing
I can't seem
To find Allah again
Jinnads are closing in
(Without a bit of lubricant, I'm convinced)
(That there's just too much zutt to take)
Never felt this way before
In my butthole
Filled up to my brim
This gape, it will not heal
Fear is how I spread
Confusing if Manat is real
