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She walks around in her robe |
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To hide her bag of shit |
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Colostomy bag, reeks of crud |
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Embedded in her hip |
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Screaming at the bitch |
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She took my parking spot |
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I caught a whif of colostomy |
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And took off bown the block |
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Almost one month later |
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I saw her in the park |
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Perfect time for revenge |
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It was after dark |
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Hiding in the bushes |
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As she's walking by |
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Jumping out on the path |
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I piss into her eye |
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Blinded with urea |
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Stupid smelly bag |
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I took my hands with all my might |
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And squeezed her colostomy bag |
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She spun around about ten times |
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Until she heaved up brown |
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Leaving her all embarrassed |
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In a putrib mound |
