| Your flesh is insignificant…
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| Still you drag yourself here on bloody stumps
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| I recreate you amputate you
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| You defile my womb
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| hahahahahaha
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| However weak it still appealing
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| Sights to send senses reeling
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| To see your nipples stripped from you
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| Tossed into my human stew
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| That’s why you came to me…
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| You were begging for love surgery
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| It’s the way — the way its got to be It’s called love surgery
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| Punks and priest, yeah they’re all in there
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| A beggars bludgeoned with their shinwear
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| Bubbling cauldron choked with ichor
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| Well I must think of something sicker
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| Anticipate the nipple rape
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| Dish is almost done
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| The child has died, he must be fried
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| You humans are the same inside
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| Now the cauldron starts to boil
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| I can feel my anus heave
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| The undergarment start to soil
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| And now I know its time to leave
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| When a demi-God blows bloody sperm
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| It does not stop, it starts to worm
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| And you shall achieve a maggot spunge-hole effect
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| Ohhh Scary |