| 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 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 I swear I think you’ll find him there
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| With over grown cuticles, and an asteroid belt I said now sonny,
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| 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 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 I’m a fuckin’slob
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| The Master has a butt |