Churning through the bestial muck. 
A cosmic forklift rules my throbbing asshole. 
The All-Eye says you are the right slave--to be my anal knave-- tongue in my anal cave--
Boy!! You're just a war-toy--
Just my little anal butter boy. 
Oh I'm so filled with joy. 
Now I know glee. 50 million hosebags every day. 
They die for me to have my way. 
Surely it is their deaths they seek, to brave my toxic--anal reek--
Cause I'm so glad he is among us--
I'm so glad he is a fungus--
I'm so glad--
He is among us--
Philled condoms--
My nipples explode!!!! 
You're just a war toy. 
Let's all go drink and kill and fart. 
Yeah sure it's fun, but is it art? 
The All-Eye sees the butt disease. 
Humanity--is on their knees with little boys...