I met her at a donkey show.
She was minutes past thirteen.
s**ing on a cherry yoo-hoo.
Reading "Nugget" magazine.
Cum splattered tube-top.
Scrawny pre-pube tits.
That's when I saw she was quadraplechick.
And I said "Baby you're looking good"
That's when I noticed her legs were wood
I grabbed a stump and dragged her out the door
I need a hole
I don't need no hips
I laid a line of coke on her tits
That's when I ripped off her dirty sh**-filled drawers
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Good, should, could, I think it feels pretty good [x2]
So good, so good, so good, so good, so good, so good [x a lot]
It wasn't nothing pretty, she took my genital germ
Her limbless body thrashed about filled with infected s**m
I criss-crossed with the cables,
I smashed her face through a door
They found her in a plastic bag down by highway 64
And I said "Baby your looking good"
That's when I saw her legs were wood
And all you people...
You just can't understand
I need a hole
I don't need know hips
I need the taste of dick on my lips
I f**ed her a**hole with a piece of frozen sh**
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