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Fiendish and crude |
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Froosty and lews |
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This is the life |
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I have whored myself to |
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Spackled and battered and smothered and covered |
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And cleaving and cloven and bitter and blued |
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Your womb |
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Your breeding sac |
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Your womb is a membrane |
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I must penetrate |
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Your womb is a sewer |
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I grunt at the grate |
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Your womb is a sewer |
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Your womb is manure but still, |
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I'm worse |
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My life is a sinkhole |
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Egregious and rude |
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Worm fested and filthy |
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Froosty and lewd |
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A womb with a view |
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When one becomes two |
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Fuck you Never to matter the number of flies feasting the flab that bolsters your thighs |
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Your womb |
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Your breeding hive |
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Womb with a view |
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I see you |
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I was born |
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Deep in the void |
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Raped by millions |
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I soon grew |
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Annoyed! Could |
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I somehow elope? |
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Like a molecule in a microscope |
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So your womb won't become the tomb of our dead baby |
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Never to matter the number of flies |
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Lapping the flab that bolsters your thighs |
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Womb with a view |
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When one becomes two |
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Fuck you Your womb is a membrane |
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I must penetrate |
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Your womb is a sewer |
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I grunt at the grate |
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Your womb is a sewer |
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Your womb is manure |
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But still, |
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I'm worse |
