Thaw the quaaludes from disneys cryogenic husk.
Lift the curtains, flip up the skirt.
Lets have a look at that old cunt.
Sarin nerve gas and the four noble truths, rebirth and again raised the infinite idiot.
Path leading to corpse, to cunt, to bio-terror catalyst.
Sending it all to shiva in an envelope covered in anti-semitic and muslim graffiti.
All I want is to be on the winning team.
Writer(s): Richard Johnson, James Randall, Joseph Hull, Carl Schultz
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