Retard-O-Bot - Piggly Wiggly lyrics

Gotta go slow Gotta go slow Pig without wings Is just another pig And a prick that's not hard Is just another dick Open real wide and in goes my fist Wasn't that just so delicious Peddling backwards, great exercise Monopoly's a way of life for some That perfect car, the house, the pool That f**king girl from high school The spoon, the spoon Oh, f**king christ, the spoon Cutting lines Oh god, it's finally time to party Dirty (x8) Delivery, I'm f**king starving Sounds good, let's get it going Bury me up bread and a rocket Expect no delays Topsy turvy Driving on the curvy To the sounds of Mail boxes knocking over Help my aim, oh please In a search, maybe Don't tell anyone where I be My sticky situations Hiding, I'm flying I keep them From you F**king motherf**kers F**king motherf**ker A pig without wings Is just another pig And a prick that's not hard Is just another dick Nickles and dimes and pennies count That's like sixteen cents to go toward a blow job Know you've all been there before, Fell face first, god makes you fall from grace Sick, up late, don't call me names What's all this sh** on my face The spoon, the spoon Oh, f**king christ, the spoon Cutting lines Oh god, it's finally time to party Dirty (x8) Delivery, I'm f**king starving Sounds good, let's get it going Bury me up bread and a rocket Expect no delays Topsy turvy Driving on the curvy To the sounds of Mail boxes knocking over Help my aim, oh please In a search, maybe Don't tell anyone where I be My sticky situations Hiding, I'm flying I keep them From you F**king motherf**kers F**king motherf**ker A pig without wings Is just another pig And a prick that's not hard Is just another dick Smiling kids make me think Do I have the right To swing from the monkey bars Candy hearts and lucky charms Where the f**k is my delivery At the playground going for a swim in my cereal The spoon, the spoon Oh, f**king christ, the spoon Cutting lines Oh god, it's finally time to party Dirty (x8) Delivery, I'm f**king starving Sounds good, let's get it going Bury me up bread and a rocket Expect no delays Topsy turvy Driving on the curvy To the sounds of Mail boxes knocking over Help my aim, oh please In a search, maybe Don't tell anyone where I be My sticky situations Hiding, I'm flying I keep them From you F**king motherf**kers