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Texty: Irish Front (The). Universe. FIRE!!!.


Woah, this is hella gnar dude!!!!!
You're the elevator I thought you were,
You keep letting them
in and out as you go up and down
in and out as you go up and down
in and out
and with the abortionists hands on your thighs you request
take it out out! please God rip it out!
I cant be a mother yet, I dont know how!
Dr.phill me up butter cup!!
You hold your childs head like an apple and eat it the same
Sour kraut!
Old rotten
Sour kraut!
in your ears
Your grandma makes, the best, chocolate chip cookies
She is in love with me
I'm the most disgusting person you will ever know
like blended baby panthers through a rusty garden hose
I found happiness in the lunch ladys mustache!
Spit or swallow, there's no time to chew
The tiny bits of meat in her flossy lip hair!
Its so sexual!!!
The tiny bits of meat in her flossy lip hair!
It makes me horny
Being polite is something I've always lacked,
I'd love to slide a card down the slit of every crack
To see if it would ring up credit debit or cash!
In a situation this dire
Its no wonder all these people are screaming
FIRE!!!
I'm on fire!


(Thanks to dante for these lyrics)
Irish Front (The)