| I’m woken with a piss shower
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| In their filthy shack
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| I can’t remember how they got me
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| Or why I’m tied down on my back
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| Three cretins hold me hostage
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| And make me play their games
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| The leader has a tiny head
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| And rapes me everyday
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| His friend is missing all his teeth
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| And covers me in drool
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| The small one makes me eat his shit
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| And dances as I do
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| They like to hear me beg and plead
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| They taunt me with their nonsense speech
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| They leave sometimes—I don’t know where
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| The doorknob’s just beyond my reach
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| We play a game called «Cook the Cupcake»
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| Where I hold food in my ass
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| They kick me and it pops right out
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| Junior eats it very fast
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| Toothless scares me with a knife
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| Then beats my ear and I pass out
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| I softly dream of pleasant things
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| But wake with cock inside my mouth
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| Then one day they let me go
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| I stumble out the door
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| I run for miles but realize that
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| They’re really after more
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| They chase me till I fall into
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| A pit they’ve dug for me
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| Then they play «Salty Rain»
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| And ejaculate on me |