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º Vaginal and Anal Secretions Newsletter #0010 º
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ÇÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄĶ
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º Date Released : [05/18/92] Author: Jiz Mac The Gusher º
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ÇÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄĶ
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º GWAR - "America Must Die" - Lyric Sheet º
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ÓÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄĽ
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Well I decided to do something a little different, Im gonna give you
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a list of all the lyrics on the new GWAR album. I am doing this because I
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feel that GWAR is a very good group, very talented muscially, they have an
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excellent stage show, and their lyrics are sick and disgusting... Anyhow
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here you guys go. Let us know if you want more great song lyrics so when you
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dub those tapes <who buys em anymore?> you will know what the fuck they are
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saying...
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Songs List Run Time
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1. Ham On The Bone 2:02
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2. Crack In The Egg 3:36
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3. Gor-Gor 4:21
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4. Have You Seen Me? 4:47
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5. The Morality Squad 3:36
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6. America Must Be Destroyed 4:44
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7. Gilded Lily 3:38
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8. Poor Ole Tom 5:07
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9. Rock N Roll Never Felt So Good 4:17
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10. Blimey 3:12
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11. The Road Behind 5:30
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12. Pussy Planet 2:52
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+-----------------+
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| HAM ON THE BONE |
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+-----------------+
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Can you hear the whispering wind?
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Over the screams of your dying friends?
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Did yuu know your life was mine?
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You know what I got
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HAM ON THE BONE
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A Little thing
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That I can't leave alone
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Now i feel the purpose of my life defined
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HAM ON THE BONE
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is mine
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Now you're on call
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To the desperate scene
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At the throbbing ball
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And you'll do it all
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Now you've become my geni-thrall
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You know what I got
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HAM ON! HAM ON! HAM ON! HAM ON!
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Now my hand grasps
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My throbbing root and shan't unclasp
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Go to the head of the class
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Madly stroke my flaccid shaft
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+------------------+
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| Crack In The Egg |
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The egg was spawned in our mutation pits
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In the bowels of your earth it was grown
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Feeding on the blood of your loinspawn
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And all the filthy load that was blown
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Now the time is right for it's birth
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And whatever it is shall stalk the Earth
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What it looks like I care not
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I just hope it kills a lot.
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CRACK IN THE EGG!
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CRACK IN THE EGG!
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The time is right
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Crack in my pipe
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Parasitical scum, you die so easily
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But you have always sickened me
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Your will enslaved you grovel for more
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Soon your bowels will litter the floor
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Cannibalistic depravity
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Bereft of all humanity
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A fitting feast of abject insanity
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A dark curtain before the last calamity
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There is but one way to give the egg life
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Murder the innocent soul
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Their fluids project as their nipples are flayed
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Their skulls are fashioned into bowls
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You masses of humans are gagging in glee
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Now you gape but you'll soon be here with me
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If you're really lucky I'll vomit on thee
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I'll shit in your stump
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And then bathe you in pee
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Sunder your form with my withering hacks
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Mash up you face with my gauntled smacks
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Now bring me dead babies - let there be no lack
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SLAVE: I've got a bunch of them here in my sack
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I've slaughtered your daughters and mangled your sons
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If we kill enough of them Gor-Gor will come
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The end of your race, we approach the hour
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Gor-Gor will get a blood red baby shower
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We'll bathe him in death to celebrate life
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I'll be the doctor and Beef the mid-wife
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But it takes so long, how can I cut slack
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BEEFCAKE: Shoot the fucker up with some crack!
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Gor-Gor see him now inside the egg
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Please come out Gor-Gor of you I beg
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Will he be a happy child, maybe?
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More likely he'll be a crack baby
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We infected his being with evil drugs
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So he would grow up and be a thug
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Destroying the planet, the world he will mug
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The human race will die, and we'll just shrug
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| GOR - GOR |
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Gor-Gor comes
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Sirens wail
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Mournful drone of babblign flail
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Thunderous gnashing firestorm
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Flames illuminate his form
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Gor-Gor comes and you must die
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Swats F-16 from the sky
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Admit you crave the gift he brings
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Fall and worship tyrant king
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Sow pestlential hate
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It shall obliterate
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The shadows of your long dead brothers
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And all the mutilated others
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Who died in waves, uniform
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To appease your bloodied hulking form
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Which broke thru layers of molten strata
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To make the planet Earth errata
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Gor-Gor Big!
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Take the child in champing jaws
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A pulping pile of frothign flaws
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This horrid mass shall give us pause
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As putrid rot fills gaping maws
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Skulls are smashed and bones are bending
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Joints are popping, claws are rending
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Groveling sniveling driveling horde
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To worship scaly overlord
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Apocalypse becomes creation
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Gor-Gor shall erase the nation
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Before you leap into his gizzard
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Fall and worship tyrant lizard
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Gor-Gor comes and you must die
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He swats the stealth down from the sky
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Admit you crave the death he brings you
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Fall and worship tyrant king you
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Gor-Gor
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| Have You Seen Me? |
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Mommies I've been stealing your babies
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Gag the brat and then maybe
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I'll suck out his brain
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Dead kids
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They make me feel almost hard
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Go get one from the schoolyard
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He bled like a stuck pig
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HAVE YOU SEEN ME?
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Suckle
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My bloated love knuckle
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Just like Fatty Arbuckle
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I'm gay and i'm proud
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Faggot
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And a corpse full of maggots
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I wanna blow cum not bag it
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Goddammit I'm horny!
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HAVE YOU SEEN ME?
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It's just a dead child
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An object i've defiled
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Yes, I know it's wrong
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You'd rather that it was your mom?
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HAVE YOU SEEN ME?
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Sated
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Now that i've masturbated
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I'm in love but I'm hated
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I don't follow the crowd
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You
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You're covered in vile spew
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My filthy chunk is all over you
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My filthy, filthy, filthy chunks
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| The Morality Squad |
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We're the morality squad
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Armed with the wrath of god
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My name is Granbo
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And here's my holy hot rod
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Freedom for all the people
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Brave and true and strong
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Freedom for all the people
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Unless I think they're wrong
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Blashphemy!
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Rapist mentality!
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Teen suicide Necro-bestial anal butt sex!!
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Oooooh!!!!
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I got a couple of friends here
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Trained by the C.I.A.
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Special agents here to blow you the hell away
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GWAR you're the worst, I'll put an end to you
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You're even grosser than 2 Live Crew
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My grandson the superhero just back from the war with Iraq
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CORP. PUNISHMENT: My name is Corporal Punishment.
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I want to scratch your back
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GRANBO: MY nephew Tiny, a hundred tons of MAN!
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TINY: (Inarticulate bellowing)
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| America Must Be Destroyed |
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(There are no lyrics to speak of)
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| Gilded Lily |
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Well I've been wearing a Gilded Lily
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Cunningly carved in a manner frilly
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To my design it was created
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No deviation was tolerated
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My Gilded Lily he think he funny
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My Gilded Lily he worth cash money
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My Gilded Lily he made me a smarty
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I wore my Lily to all the right party go!
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I was the envy of all the horde
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I proclaimed myself overlord
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My Gilded Lily gives all this and more
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I puked my guts all over the floor
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I found the entertainment banal,so,
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Thru trenches of flesh we carved a canal
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Lead harlequin then drew his last
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He held a bejewled theatrical mask
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The door heaved and then exploded
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We split the bill and drove home loaded
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When we got there the paint was peeling
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We rose on Jell-o cubes to the ceiling
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I wear the Lily
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Gaily festooned in a manner silly
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Draped in the apparel
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I bathe in the smell
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I gild the Lily
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Adroitly crafted yet willy nilly
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I wear the Lily
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When I party with Milli Vanilli
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And soon the pleasure barges
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Rolled with the sun, pleasently bloated,
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We mingled as one amidst debris of
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Debauchery I looked for Lily and just found me
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And all the while Gilded Lily faded
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Though it was the best i'd created
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But gilded lily was still in place
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It made a mockery of my face
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And delivered to us a suprise
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The hulking mass of what we despised
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Which lurched away as we moved to snuff it
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Adn we delivered a princely buffet
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Soon the continent split all asunder
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And the radios blared to the blunder
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My Gilded Lily expanded while spinning
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That's when I realized we were winning
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Fondly clutching our raging piss-ons
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We piled up, peeled out, veered off, lashed out
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And then we were gone.
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| Poor Ole Tom |
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He wakes on the outskirts of town
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He sobs, his bowels release
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His face is painted like a clown
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His face contors in agony
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POOR OLE TOM
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POOR OLE TOM
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You wake and wait
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But you don't want to wait
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You drag yourself from sleep
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But look...Tom is coming
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You kick him in the teeth
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POOR OLE TOM
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POOR OLE TOM
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He is a buffonish harlequin
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With a nasty habit of getting
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The shit kicked out of him
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POOR OLE TOM
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POOR OLE TOM
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The local Nazi bully boys
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Must be rid of Tom
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So the death camp will be immaculate
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When they turn the ovens on
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They smash his face in the shit
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He writhed in his death throes
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POOR OLE TOM
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| Rock N Roll Never Felt So Good |
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I met her at a donkey show
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She was minutes past 13
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Sucking on a cherry Yoo Hoo
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Reading "Nugget" magazine
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Cum Spattered tube-top
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Scrawny pre-pube tits
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Then I saw she was a quadraplechick
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And I said baby you're looking good
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Thats when I noticed her legs were wood
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I grabbed a stump and dragged her out of the door
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I need a hole I don't need no hips
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I laid a line of coke on her tits
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That's when I ripped off her dirty shit filled drawers
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Good, Should, Could, I think it feels pretty good
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It wasn't nothin pretty
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She took my genital germ
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Her limbless body thrashed around
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Filled with infected sperm
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I criss-crossed with my cable
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I smasher her face thru a door
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They found her in a plastic bag
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Down by highway 64
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And I said baby yer lookin good
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That's when I saw her legs were wood
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And all you people
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You just can't understand
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I need a hole I dont need no hips
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I need the taste of dick on my lips
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I fucked her asshole
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With a piece of Frozen Shit
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Good, Should, Could, I think it feels real good
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So good
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Rock and roll never felt so Good
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| The Road Behind |
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Well I'm traveling down the road
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Carrying that heavy load
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I'm in a drug induced stupor
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Sleazy, I can't do the show
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Hanging out backstage
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I'm in a homicidal rage
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Signed a million dollar contract
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Puked on every page
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Slaugtered 1/2 the crew
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Cause they ate the deli tray
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Oh baby hey
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Said I'd do the show but I cancelled anyway
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You were a road kill baby
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Till I scraped you in my arms
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Just another wattle flapping
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On the old turkey farm
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So baby...
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And the wheels keep rolling
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And another signpost gone
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All along on the road behind
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Oh can't you hear me calling
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Just like the sad whale song
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I'm on that road behind
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Well there you have it baby
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I'm just a sensitive guy
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I snuffed a million planets
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And still find time to cry
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Because there is mroe to life
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Then making other people die
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Like a littl ebloody tear baby
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Running out my dirty little eye
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And some things baby
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Just don't make no sense
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Does it really matter baby
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If I bug your parents?
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You were a road kill baby
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Till I scraped you in my arms
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Just another wattle flapping
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On the old turkey farm
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Now baby quit yer crying
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Put those clwon britches on
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And the wheels keep rolling
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And another signpost gone
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All along on the road behind
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Oh can't you hear me calling
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Just like the sad whale song
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A sad whale song...
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Sad whale, baby
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| Blimey |
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+--------+
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At home we're bored
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Just got off another shitty tour
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Moat filled with flaming us
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Sleazy he won't talk to us
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Fondle fish in way illegal
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Coffin filled with dirty needles
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BLIMEY! BLIMEY!
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Waddaya do when you feel like that?
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BLIMEY! BLIMEY!
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Bio-mutant sexy made
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Heave it down the balustrade
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Give it fish, tell it to run
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We indulge in naughty fun
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Sexy's flanks are torn and rent
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Slimey's on the rag again
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BLIMEY! BLIMEY!
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Waddaya do when you feel like that?
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BLIMEY! BLIMEY!
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That's right folks, here in the hal of
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human hatred we've got some of your
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most inspired brethen, genocidal maniacs
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who carved their way thru the history
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books straight into your hearts. We've got
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Caligula, mad emporor of Rome whose
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purges consumed thousands on his blazing
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altar of syphillis. Or how about Giles
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Lavalle, medieval crusader of God's will
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whose search for the elixir of life led to
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the ritual satanic killings of hundreds of
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Parisian youth? Or Julius, religious despot
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whose slaughter of the intelligensia of
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Milan gave him the nickname of "The
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Warrior Pope" That's right, some of the
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greatest mass murderes in your sad, yet
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vibrant history, are here inshrined,
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impaled and pumped with agonizing life
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Tummys tingle
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Tongues-a-mingle
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Forced extraction
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Of corn-choked shingle
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Bristling amoeba hole
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MAtching cunt for every bowl
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Madly flailing porno-cow
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Get me on the road right now
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BLIMEY!
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+--------------+
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| Pussy Planet |
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+--------------+
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Into the valley we go
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To bliss , the witch, she's sucking
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Ultimate power
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Life's suck zonk zone
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Stands over you
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Squat launching you
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WAH-WAH
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Humans squirm, stomachs churning
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Squandered seed and energy
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Reaping, weeping
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Porno-peeping
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Your greazy poot
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Distorts the truth
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