| Mastication starts the process
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| Transforms the food into bolus
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| Deglutition of the ruffage
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| Oesophageal stage
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| Careening straight down my gullet
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| Into my gut it will plummet
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| Churning acids digest chyme
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| Nutrients refined
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| Escheria Coli wil act
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| As a complex glucose tap
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| But it’s from the rectum I gain
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| The excrement which flows like rain
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| Our fæces who art in rectum
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| Hallowed be thy name
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| Thy kingdom bung, thy will be dung
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| The filth invades my septum
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| Hole (y) anus full of shit
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| The turd is with me
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| Blessed art thou coprophagist
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| Messed is the fruit of thy feast
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| Bowing to the porcelain god
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| Plunge my face in the steaming mess
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| Bobbing for stinky turds
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| Septic waters filled with cess
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| A smile crosses my sullied face
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| Eagerly devouring my own waste
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| My bowel movement I must praise
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| The ordure fits my taste
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| Ingest the scat, eat the mess
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| Swallow the filth, engorge the cess
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| An epiphany of divine waste
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| The genesis of shit
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| Analic hyms, mass for a mass
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| My appetite is sick
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| Covenant with chyme to create crap
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| Exodus out my hole
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| My prayers answered, I flush the altar
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| Let my fæces go
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| Our fæces who art in rectum
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| Hallowed be thy name
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| Thy kingdom bung, thy will be dung
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| The filth invades my septum
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| Hole (y) anus full of shit
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| The turd is with me
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| Blessed art thou coprophagist
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| Messed is the fruit of thy feast |