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Will all John |
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Henkley's please report to the corporate barbeque. |
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Let's pile this trash much higher so that we might just reach the heavens. |
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Leaving cock-suckers behind |
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With stock imagination, reinventing commons then living without dead time. |
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Opinions are like assholes, everyone seems to have one. |
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So here you go: death to fuzz! |
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Dead.Uncle |
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Sham and his sick |
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Uncle Dickin', all fuzzy tailed and fucking like bunnies. |
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Making you feel just like a warmed up corpse. |
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A total hit while hitting on everything. |
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Got to pump and dump. |
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Brains are on ice and still one too many bellies touching their backs while some have their back teeth buried under the ground. |
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They shall eat thy dinner out of a polystyrene polypropylene dish. |
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It shall be pre-prepared, cooked in a microwave, sped up by a megatron at a two thousand four hundred and fifty megahertz frequency and thy food will be calories, |
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BHT, BHA, sulfites, and yellow no.5. |
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Now its time to throw craps. |
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So pay up mister hoof-and-mouth disease, the cake is getting thin. |
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Add the coffin meat of those who don't have the sense to pour the piss out of a boot to save their lives. |
