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Gâchis de Feet
02:54
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Gimme what you don't want
Let me take your pain
Picked his face, looked away
God it's such a shame
Really want I don't want
Is to fuck a septic tank
This hope soup
It's just muck shit brimming
Gimme what you don't want
Let me take your pain
Grabbed his foot, sawed it off
Said I'm here to stay
I said, really want I don't want
is to fuck a septic tank
This hope soup
It's just muck shit brimming
Oh amputee I liked your feet
Fresh stumps need rubbing
But I don't have cream
Oh amputee I liked your feet
Fresh stumps need rubbing
But I don't have cream
Another show
Another show
Another show
Another show
Shit show
We're fruit flies! Peels and skin
And shit splatter it's the same
Oh, I'm a dead ringer for the last
I took your cock and threw it down
I took your cock and threw it around
I spewed it. I spewed it and I spewed it!
You don't know how I want it, I want it
You don't know that I need it, I need it
You don't know how I want it, I want it
You don't know that I need it, I need it
Oh amputee I liked your feet
Fresh stumps need rubbing
But I don't have cream
Oh amputee, I liked your feet
I just really couldn't make it through
Another show
Shit show!
Shit show!
Shit show!
Shit show!
Shit show!
Shit show!
Shit show!
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2. |
Haute Suture
01:39
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Bring them to the pond
Where your fowl shits
Ill-fitted crotch
Paid a fuck for it
You long for the mud
Not your mud
You gawk at it
You'd fuck it
You're worse than it
Fucked to feel what it is to be meat
Booboise! Balanciaga!
Lick my dirt pits
Orange peel tits
Stench of grace
Fuck your face
This ain't your sex mat
This ain't your slum flat
You're all just fine
So why are you crying?
You want tragic
Nothing's tragic
It's so tragic
Hey you dissonant clump!
Go grab a Vitton cock bag
And we can have lunch
At Rana Plaza, okay?
They look so pretty
Being broken and ripe
Avoid the stench
And the eyes
But that's not what gets you off about that
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3. |
Drain
02:00
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They say that you are a stain
You should have
You should have shaved
They say that you are the slag
Flicks sweat and drips
Sweat and scabs
They say you pinch the fat
Oh that tripe
Darling tripe sags
You said you pay it all no mind
You just lag, you lag behind
Shut the door
Wet the floor
Lick the drain
So mundane
Spare a smack
Don't hit back
Shut the door
Break the floor
Shut the door
Shut the door
Shut the door
Shut the door
Wet the floor
Wet the floor
Wet the floor
Wet the floor
Take a fork
Take a fork
Take a fork
Take a fork
Chew a cord
Chew a cord
Chew a cord
Chew a cord
Walking to the car his pants drag
Slacks too big for such a giant man
Pockets flap like little bird wings
Tender hollow bones
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4. |
Horn Colic
02:02
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I'm for hire so don't take your time
I don't sleep or cry, I'll suck your dime
Crack my knees for just a little honey
IV me brine and I'll be your wife
Trash fire
Trash fire
She left you for a pussy that she can't fuck
Make like you wanna hit, but you just wanna suck
Trash fire
Helluva ride
Trash fire
Don't you wanna die?
They thought that I had wasted all the way
You know, I still stalked into the day
Somehow
Poor suck, cabbage
Diamond Hands, milk that pigeon
I'm a supple government like your geriatrician
I can tie a tie
Take your cheese around
Take you all around
Take the buzz and go
Just get'um
Just get'um
Just get'um
Trash fire
Trash fire
I'm a life for hire and I'll waste your time
Take all your time, take your money and time
Oh wasted all the way
You know, I still stalked into the day
I'll take your time
I'll take your time
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Callous Callus
02:30
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Masticate
Just take the thumb
Masturbate
Can't cum?
Don't stop
Astral stimulation, garbage daze, hey
Spiritual flagellation, encrustation, herniate, hey
Orectic anesthetic, it's genetic, fuck I ache, hey
My pleasure suck fixation, rumination
It's a state, okay
Masticate
Bloody thumb
Masturbate
Still can't cum
Castigate
Bite your tongue
My poor pollex
It's like
Astral stimulation, simulation, garbage daze, hey
Spiritual flagellation, encrustation, herniate, hey
Orectic anesthetic, it's genetic, fuck I ache, hey
My pleasure suck fixation, rumination
It's a state, okay
It's bland and vulgar
Don't come over
Hypo-salivation, semi-automation, wanna palpitation
Masturbate
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6. |
Maculate Conception
02:07
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Mary fucked Buster Brown
Mary fucked Buster Brown
He was chewin' grass
When she snatched his ass
Mary fucked Buster
Rabbit head!
Hog bladder!
Cat legs!
Poor imposter
Poor fucking Buster
Plow the fields, gushing clots
Postpartum swallows all of her thoughts
There is no relief in taboo grief
Filled her womb with Buster
Water broke!
Call the doc!
Call the King!
Here they come
Hirsute things
It's a marvel, come and see her
Come and feel her
They're leaping from her crevice
Satisfaction for the Curious
Oh, Buster
Mary fucked Buster Brown
Mary fucked Buster Brown
He was chewin' grass
When she snatched his ass
Mary fucked, Buster
But oddly, he felt closer inside her
And when they pulled him out
He felt like Jesus, but with more hair
He felt like Jesus, but with more hare
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I don't want
I don't want
I don't want
I don't want
I don't want
I don't want
Stay the same
Stay the same
Stay the same
Take a sip
And the whip
Oh, the shame
Do you shake?
Do you shake?
Do you shake?
Let's go!
Take your god and shove it on the mantel
Gotta cramp? Take another fucking Advil
Crabs and scabs, it's part of the plan so
You always sing the same damn song
You always sing the same fucking song
Lick my little dog!
Lick my little dog!
Lick my little dog!
Lick my dog
Take your god and shove it on the mantel
Meet your mom, she wonders why you're single
Crabs and scabs, it's part of the plan, so
Plodder on while you suck on life's gristle
Arse over tit as you cite the Epistle
Holy women will weep into your piss hole
You always sing the same damn song
You always sing the same fucking song
You lily livered piss prophet
I don't want
I don't want
I don't want
I don't want
I don't want
I don't want
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8. |
Head Tick
02:45
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Take another bag, you have so many
They are filled with shit
That smells like when you were
Sweet and jaundiced
Whatcha gonna save for?
Tell me what you'd tank for!
Whatcha gonna cry for?
Tell me what you'll break for!
You have no face, I have no case
So let's grab a slab of
Beyond Meat and shove it
Right into your holes and holes
I'll take a swig, better rest that cataract
That nice fat hackneyed scab
You're Head! Tick! Digging through your scalp flakes
Just let it get plump and take
It's either my face or your labour
Wry Neck Day is almost here so
Bring in the man buns and unlicked cub brats
Swipe your cards and your babies
Don't forget to turn the stove off
While you're at it cut your nose off
Whatcha gonna save for?
Whatcha gonna save for?
Tell me what you'd tank for!
Tell me what you'd tank for!
Whatcha gonna cry for?
Whatcha gonna cry for?
Tell me what you'll break for!
Tell me what you'll break for!
All our sad friends
Greasing their little schemes and argot
Running around talking shit
Hacking foul claps and breaking bucks on minimalist rot rods
Sobbing about wet bags and lab rats and all their little things
All their little things!
All their little things!
Oh the Cumsumption
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Midnight Peg Edmonton, Alberta
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