I stick the strawInto your assholeMy filthy breathMakes your belly
Same eyes, same liesSame smell, same swellSame voices, same piecesSame
Shit paste mustardPuke taste custardFilthy noise blustersIn the mouth of
By toxic insanity, aftereffectThe fruit of inhumanity, birth defectAgent orangeS
Under the name of the progressJust searching for the next
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