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(music - Leon del Muerte and Sean McGrath) |
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(lyrics - Leon del Muerte and Sean McGrath) |
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The colon explodes with diarrheal sepsis |
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Anal leakage ecstactically shed |
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A stenching mass of post-bolal rot |
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Corn laced reeking ano-gastric snot |
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Your skivvies besmirched with foetid mung |
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Liquid viscous, peanut dotted dung |
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Your rectum protrudes from its now swollen rim |
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Your diapers are filled to the brim |
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Virgophrenic ass |
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Through which the sludge is passed |
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Colypeptic chyme |
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It always hurts the first time |
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Defecate, remove the dregs |
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Terminal colorrhagia |
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With an afterbirth of chyle |
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Saponaceous foam |
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To you lips, bring a smile |
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(solo: "Manual Deinstallation of Ordure from Partially Decrepit Bungs" by L.d. Muerte) |
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Table manners lacking in grace |
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Your fingers used to stuff your face |
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Your breech still emitting rancorous poo |
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Pour another bowl of butthole stew |
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Your anus wiped clean with antiseptic pads |
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Depuration of faegalical clots |
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Powdered with talc, your bilge takes on a pallor |
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Decrepitation, a sickening false alarm |
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Digested pablum disposed of with haste |
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Bursting at the seams, a bag full of waste |
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Decontaminated, to try and make amends |
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You're bound to fill your trousers again |