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I'm thinking I was once a baby |
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Birthed deep within the Master's bowels |
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Shat across the cosmos, banished to this mudball |
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But I crave vengence, I'm not throwing in the towel |
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Well I said I'm sorry but you |
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slapped me back down |
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I'm just a Sunday morning turd coming down |
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Stare into the inky blackness |
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I swear I think you'll find him there |
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With over grown cuticles, and an asteroid belt |
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I said now sonny, de does not give a damn |
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Well I'm a real bad mama |
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A real bad man |
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I like to spend a lot of time on the can |
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I had a little something to eat last night |
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It's not alright, |
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The Master has a butt |
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Well we fucked up the tablet and the Master heard the sound |
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A little birdie told me he's coming back around |
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His hideous wisdom calls for my death |
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There'll be nothing left |
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Except a butt |
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Daddy tells me to bend over |
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Whips your buttocks with a strap |
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Bails my ass out of reform school |
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Then he goes and takes a nap |
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Well I said that I was sorry but I couldn't make you care |
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If I could stop shitting then I'd change my underwear |
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If I can't kill the Master then I'll have to get a job |
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I'm a fuckin' slob |
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The Master has a butt |