Will all john henkleys please report to the corporate barbecue
Let's pile this trash much higher so that we might just reach the heavens
Leaving cock-sucker (no offence to the cocksuckers) behind
with stock imagination, reinventing commons then living without dead time
Opinions are like assholes, everyone seems to have one
So here you go: Death to fuzz
dead
Uncle sham and his sick uncle dickin', all fuzzy tailed and fucking like bunnies
making you feel just like a warmed up corpse
a total hit hitting on everything
got to pump and... dump
brains are on ice and still one too many bellies touching their backs while some have
their back teeth buried under the ground
they shall eat thy dinner out of a polystyrene / polypropylene dish, it shall be pre-
prepared, cooked in a microwave sped up by a megatron at a
2450 megahertz frequency and thy food will be calories, bht, bha,
sulfites and yellow no. 5
now its time to throw craps
so pay up mister hoof-and-mouth-disease, the cake is getting thin, add the coffin meat
of those who don't have the sense to pour the piss out of a boot to save their lives