Every night it will visit you, to f**k, succubus.
First it’ll buss, and then it’ll screw, screw much, succubus.
Wicked demon hops on you a while, to f**k, succubus.
It’s mound is pounding on your pile—lewd touch, shtup you much.

While it’s swiving, constantly leers, screws much, succubus.
You’ve gotta wonder: How’d it get here , to f**k, succubus.
You awake, your hair is mussed, mussed from succubus.
You’ve made time with the succubus—you’s f**ked…succubus.

[demonic moaning]

Won’t see the creature in day, no-sun succubus.
it’ll thrive on your strut while you’re sleeping away (poon-strut, succubus).

It wants it….
And it has it!

Humpin’ and friggin’…night, not day,
but it will not have babies.
Humpin’ and friggin’ where you lay.
And it pries it labies to their full splay.

Succubus….

So, each night, visit from succubus, to f**k, succubus.
So, each night it’s wicked succubus, lewd touch succubus.
It pries it labies, having its way, screws much, succubus.
Each night it has its slit in play, screws much, succubus.

It wants it….

During day you’ll feel nonplussed from shtups…succubus,
Because you’re swived at night by the succubus (you shtupped…succubus).