1. |
Where's Me Salad
02:35
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I took my shit out the bowl, and used it as modelling clay
My brother went for it and I said hey
I’m using that
ya little twat
Give that crap right back
If you want ya very own
sit down on your bloody throne
Hey, mum
That’s not yours
get that shit right off your filthy paws
rubbing shit into your skin
but your just not gonna bloody win
life’s a big old game
and motherfucker I’m insane
fuck ya
fuck ya
talk shit get hit
fuck ya
fuck ya
I used it to grease my hair
I used it to strip my butt bare
I used it to fuck ya wife
I used it to fuck my life
Ah shit, staunch a cunt
Yeah come on ya bloody runt
EAT
MY
SHIT.
I’m pissing on a fucking stick
Wondering if Jenny still wants my dick
I know she said it smells like arse
But I frankly I don’t get it
Why put up such a fuss
I know you like it
Got me bundy and a snag
Now where’s me fucking wiping rag
Soon I’ll be living on the dole, but until then
DRINK
MY
PISS.
Unemployed bum, on the run
Taking pills and making deals
Who are you to tell me what to do
Mum, where’s me salad? X4
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2. |
Chicken Shit
00:46
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(fuck you)
I hate you
My yard is full of chicken shit
I wish I could put your face in it
Cause fuck you
I said fuck you
Suck my dick you stupid prick
Make it quick make it quick
Cause fuck you
You’re a retard
You’re a stupid prick
(fuck you)
I hate you, you fucking whore
Get your dick up off the floor
Make me cum bitch
Make me cum
I hate you
Fuck you cunt
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3. |
I Am God
02:38
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I am God
I am all you need
I am your body
I am your brain
Worship me
You stupid fuck
You silly scum
You silly scum
Worthless scum X5
Your words are not yours
They are what I wanna hear
I made you
From an aborted life force
You were nothing
You still are
You are mine
I am God
I am God
Your insides are skat and flem
Your breast milk is thick puss
Tears of bile
They burn your cheeks
You have no teeth X2
I take you out for dinner
The waitress screams
I laugh
You shiver
Our meal comes
I salivate
As I watch you starve
Suck my Everything
Choke on my cum
Drown in my tears
Cause I am so happy
That you suffer so
Fuck you whore
Ya dead bitch
Go fuck yourself
You feral cunt
Ya worthless piece of shit
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4. |
Garn To The Bottleo
02:24
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Ah no, bitch I’m sad
I’m a bit fucking sad cunt
I wondered to the bottle-o
And I said give me ya cheapest goon
But he still made me pay ten buckaroos
For a single goon
Oh I’m so sad
Dunno what I’m doing here
I guess I’ll just fark
To the bottle-o
Cause what else is there really
To life
I guess I’ll just wonder
Cause what else is there really to life
You were a fucking bastard
Nothing else to fucking say
You were a fucking bastard
Nothing else to say x2
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