Dear Hamburger, are you still aching for a side of beef?
Do you continue to think your shit does not stink?
I don't know, can you scream?
You looked good with acne.
Follow thy footsteps, be an even bigger fool.
Dropped the kids off in the alley, wearing a diaper rash.
Been there, done that, some of us were raised in trash.
Serving up a lying peace
(of shit).
Soaking in some elbow grease.
Singing a disturbing piece.
Are you still aching for a side of beef?
Guts stash the trash in garbage class.
Nice diaper rash.
Writer(s): Justin Pearson, Michael Jason Crain, Thorin Dickey, Brian Jonathan Evans Laying
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