Review Summary: I bet it's excruciating pain to have seven dicks in your mouth. But won't you shut up for just one second?
I bet if whoever does vocals on this took those seven dicks out of his mouth before he recorded, if whoever mixed this took those dicks out of his ears and if the lyrics would have been something else than. (I'm guessing this, it's impossible to hear any lyrics when the vocalist has seven dicks in his mouth)
"Why oh why must I love dick this much?"
"When I sing like this, it sounds like I have some serious fealltio going on in here"
"Oh the base, what's that"
"What a ***ty-ass production this is"
This could have been a 4.
And BTW, who names a song "Two-pound dick" och "The Golden Shower Mile"?
And where's the base? Why is there no base? Oh yeah, no one can mix records anymore.
Upon second listen, there are some more vocal lines audible. Like:
"Red foreskinned scapegoat."