Woah, this is hella gnar dude!

You're the elevator, I thought you were
You keep letting them
In and out as you go up and down
In and out as you go up and down
In and out
And with the abortionists hands on your thighs you request

Take it out out! Please God rip it out!
I can't be a mother yet, I don't know how!
Dr. Phil me up butter cup!
You hold your childs head like an apple and eat it the same

Sour Kraut!
Old rotten
Sour Kraut!
In your ears

Your grandma makes the best chocolate chip cookies
She is in love with me, she is in love with me!

I am the most disgusting person you'll ever know
Like blended baby panthers squirting through a rusty garden hose

I found happiness in the lunch ladys mustache
The tiny bits of meat in her flossy lip hair
It's so sexual!
Being polite is something I've always lacked
I'd love to slide a card down the slit of every butt crack
To see if it would ring up credit debit or cash!

In a situation this dire
It's no wonder all these people are screaming
FIRE! FIRE! FIRE! FIRE! FIRE! FIRE! FIRE!
I'm ON FIRE!

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