Omaha? Bluebird?

She's got her whole fist inside

me and I forgot my safe word

Is it Hamilton? Or Aaron Burr?

Every time I get it wrong, it's

another inch deeper (oh Jesus)

Is it Cumberbatch? Or Babadook?

It's kinda hard to concentrate

when you're hangin' from an

old meat hook

Is it "stop"? Why would it be?

I asked her for a hint but

she just took a piss on me (oh Jesus)

Maybe it's rock? Maybe it's roll?

Maybe it's "Please don't slide

that rod into my penis-hole"?

It's not "help"‚ it's not "dear god"

I found that one out when she

hit me with the cattle prod (oh Jesus)

Now I feel so empty

and torn up inside

Not from guilt but from

that fist she made me ride

It's still in there‚ it's not

going til the safe word I be knowing

But I'm blanking‚ and she's laughing

And her forearm's 'bout half-in

And this was my first time

I'm newly christened

When she talked safe words,

I should have listened

But I was distracted,

watched her undressing

The f**k am I singing?

Get back to guessing

Is it whip? Is it plume?

Is it chair? Okay‚ I know

it's not I'm just naming shit

I see in this room

I give up. S-O-S

She's got high heel on my

throat, and now I'm losing conscious--

Thank You / EatSleepSingRepeat