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His nose is drippy, his hair is nappy. |
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His teeth are yellow, his skin is scappy |
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His ass is so smelly it'll clear out any moshing pit |
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His tongue is nasty, his dick is green. |
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His lips are chapped, his breath is obscene |
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You cold squeeze his pus-filled face |
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and pop it like an ugly zit! |
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He walks around town, you can smell hils feet |
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Flies buzz around his head as he walks down your street. |
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The children run and hide to |
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the safety of their daddy's arms |
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He comes to your door with his decayed grin |
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You winder where the hell that mouth of his has been |
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Should you slam the door? |
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Or should you let him in? |
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You run and hide but you can't hide |
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The Scabby Man comes inside |
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He picks his nose and eats his snot |
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And then he eats up all your pot |
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He pukes on you, he kicks your dog |
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He's a f**king smelly hog |
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He farts alot, he rapes your wife |
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You cut a fart and he licks the knife... |
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You think it's over but it's not over yet! |
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The Scabby Man is leaking pus, he's f**king gross, you bet! |
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He jacks off and shoots his cum on your two-month-old son! |
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The horror's not over much to your dismay |
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You're the Scabby Man's victim, on this very day, |
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And he's invited his friends |
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to come over for the whole weekend! |
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TO BE CONTINUED... |
