| His nose is drippy, his hair are nappy,
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| His teeth are yellow, his skin is scabby
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| His ass is so smelly it’ll clear out any moshing pit
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| His tongue is nasty, his dick is green,
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| His lips are chapped, his breath is obscene
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| You could squeeze his pus-filled, and pop it like an ugly zit!
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| He walks around town, you can smell his feet
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| Flies buzz around his head as he walks down your street,
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| The children run and hide to the safety of their daddy’s arms
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| He comes to your door with his decayed grin
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| You wonder where the hell that mouth of his has been
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| Should you slam the door?
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| Or should you let him in?
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| You run and hide but you can’t hide
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| The Scabby Man comes inside
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| He picks his nose and eats his snot
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| and then eats all your pot
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| He pukes on you, he kicks your dog
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| He’s a fucking smelly hog
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| He farts alot, he rapes your wife
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| You cut a fart and he licks the knife…
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| You think it’s over but it’s not over yet!
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| The Scabby Man is leaking pus, he’s fucking gross, you bet!
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| He jacks off and shoots in his cum on your two-month-old son!
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| the horror’s not over much to your dismay
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| You’re the Scabby Man victim, on this very day,
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| and he invited his friends to come over for the whole weekend! |