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 f*****g 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 p**s out of a boot
to save their lives