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there's more at stake for all you know
your filthy overalls in the hog pen
there's more to bake than all you grow
your filthy overalls in the hog pen
am i cater ??
am i to corner ??
am i you baby boy ??
am i cater ??
am i to corner ??
am i your lazy ploy ??
your filthy overalls in the hog pen
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Skin Bleached Parlor
02:40
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once again
mess takes best for plain
and mirrors don't lie
what you see is what we get
once again
the worker bees fall one by one
upon that wayside
the drones the fools
those sickly ones
always breed like rabbits
skin bleached parlor.....oh ??
once again
sex takes men to pains
and mirrors don't lie
what you see is what you get
once again
the worker bees fall one by one
upon that wayside
the drones the fools
those sickly ones
always breed like rabbits
skin bleached parlor.....oh ??
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Another Histrionic Bitch
02:55
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this is the end of the histrionic bitch
and she knows it's time to go
now go
where do i go from here ???
where do i go ??
where do i go ??
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those literal swordsmen are game
oh be careful oh no there they go again
the old queen is stuck in their braid
the old violations are prone
to spilling on the floor
nobodies talkin' 'bout nothin'
flame thrower hosts king kill
a thousand bums are made
the stewards & angels sing
on shithouse walls of the world
like i said before my friend
the sickly ones breed more
they breed like rabbits
they breed like rabbits
breed and breed some more
nobodies talkin' 'bout nothin'
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i stamp out a big mouth with a big mouth
don't pretend like you know these
your powder room's my powder keg
cock shoot cock shoot = you're dead
i said cock shoot you're dead
you better try some
pray the devil back to hell
oh no no not again
pray the devil back to hell
and burn..........
i stamp out a big bout with a big bout
don't pretend like you know these
you counter with your counterfeit
cock shoot cock shoot = you're dead
i said cock shoot you're dead
you better try some
pray the devil back to hell
oh no no not again
pray the devil back to hell
and burn..........
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Make 'Em Mud
04:48
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we'll make 'em mud
and then they'll grow like mommie says
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the main lines grow like boil
suitcase full of trophies
suitcase full of games
suitcase full of trophies
suitcase all the same
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Eyesore in the Eyelet
04:48
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she said that's the sex that passed the censor oh
a building of co-dependent units sewn
my neighbor's the same organ hitting unknown
she fucks like a cold arab
she knows
crisscross of mouth
crisscross of assholes and more
a bureau on opposite sets of principles
crisscross of mouth
crisscross of masses and more
a punch best served with kicks and combines
even when you're wearing that gown
you're the eyesore in the eyelet
even when you're pushing my cart
you're the eyesore in the eyelet
even when you're not around
you're the eyesore in the eyelet
any way we add it up
you're the eyesore in the eyelet
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TV Babies
03:50
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lean bean
sever clean
redneck
meant speck
fun bus
legs spread
smart pitch
flavor bitch
sharp claw
cunning whore
living average day
eating
watch tv
watch tv
circle quirk
waver wear
skank bevel
toothpick glare
bus stop
revel mare
preacher preacher preacher fare
sharp claw
cunning whore
living average day
eating
watch tv
watch tv
TV Babies
they don't wanna know
they don't wanna know
they don't wanna know
they don't wanna know
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Little Hut Cursing
04:22
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while it may be complicated
translates into much more
presented with audacity
that it somehow means
more than nothing
little hut curses her mom
little hut curses her bone
little hut curses alone
while it may be constipated
band-aids into much bore
presented with capacity
for it somehow means
more than nothing
little hut curses her bomb
little hut curses her drone
little hut curses alone
while it may be calm it grated
stamping into much core
presented with tenacity
for it somehow means
more than nothing
little hut curses her ghost
little hut curses her tones
little hut curses alone
was she always there ??
i met her
only once.....
did everybody know
what i know ??
little hut curses her ghost
little hut curses her tones
little hut curses alone
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HEIL: Pink Flesh
03:44
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got it once
got it twice
got it three times
from my baby
exotic ownership
it translates into nothing
never never never
ever bleed me dry
or i'll slap out that tongue
& pull down those britches more
HEIL: the pink flesh is glowing
where's that trap ??
where's that mutt ??
where's that wherewithal in the mud ??
exotic ownership
it translates into putty
never never never
ever bleed me dry
or i'll slap out that tongue
& pull down those britches more
HEIL: the pink flesh is glowing
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this is not warfare this is murder
you can slop in mud with the pigs
you can eat shit & try some more now
can i serve it up for you ???
you can plot the bud for the bitch
you can throw a fit & try some more now
can i serve it up for you ???
this is not warfare this is murder
petty petty petty petty girl
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who you don't fuck
& why you don't fuck
& when you don't fuck
it's a hard road i know
who you don't fuck
& why you don't fuck
& where you don't fuck
it's a hard habit i know
when you're on top
give it away
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