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Beauteous rot! |
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Legions of sex slaves have flocked in my calls |
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You are the most grotesque of them all |
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Warts and protrusions the beg for the grave |
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Ironic, bubonic, pimpled and shaved |
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The live to gobble the puss form my warts |
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I live to spread my disease at each port |
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Distribute knob-cheese like some soup della-mort |
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Rot! You are born in the most disgusting of ways |
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Some become cripples, some become gay |
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Others spend their money trying to become that way |
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You think you are beautiful but what the hell is that |
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I find beauty in rolls of sweaty fat |
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It's not your complexion |
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That gives me an erection |
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OH NO Your beauty makes me sick |
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I'd rather fuck a troll |
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Kick you in the head |
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Vomit in the hole |
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Face turns to snot |
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You used to be hot |
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Beauty is |
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Rot You spend hours smearing cream on your face |
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What you need is to be hit with a mace |
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Tied to a horse and get dragged through the streets |
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Hung by the heels and pelted with belts |
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But still you are smearing cream on your face |
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What you need is to be reduced to paste |
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Wander the countryside blind in one eye |
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Sucking the dicks of dead dogs to survive |
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Who decides what is beautiful? |
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Nobody but you |
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I find fascination as your guts are turned to stew |
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Forever titillating |
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A pile of rotting feet |
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All you are is brains and bones |
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A sack of rancid meat |
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Yeah yeah yeah |
