I have built a machine, it's the ultimate weapon
Sparked by my love and passion, for that warm brown mass
It's built to paint it's targets, in a smelly runny flood
Spewing out brown streams, of juicy shit
Run for your lives, or be covered in poop
Crap-O-Matic Automatic the ultimate weapon of death
Spreading a smell that you fear your shitcovered end is near
Crap-O-Matic Automatic the ultimate weapon of death
Spreading a smell that you fear your shitcovered end is near
I'm finally finished with the cannon, it's time to take it for a test drive
Pull her down to the town square, ready the bitch with a flick of the switch
Out comes a big brown stream, of freshly made shit
People run for their lives in vain, it's too late they all drown in it
Crap-O-Matic Automatic the ultimate weapon of death
Spreading a smell that you fear your shitcovered end is near
Crap-O-Matic Automatic the ultimate weapon of death
Spreading a smell that you fear your shitcovered end is near
Bajsomatica the doomsday machine

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