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What the fuck!

What the fucking stench

It's the smell of my rage 'n revenge

I need nothing I just do clench

Just a grinder for the final blench

Your mothers are masters of tench

They do great spit and cock drench

If you're afraid go to your fucking trench

Your mother blew me on a fucking bench

Tell me your price and your mother's fee

Love to watch her when she's on her knees

No one here can stop me

Fuck the police, it's time for pee

Weather is foggy, her fave is doggy

Her womb is ruined, it feels like boggy

Smell of the blood on my hands

Pointless like the coal on the sand

That bitch wears fuckin fancy brand

I fucked her just by a fuckin can

I've got lots of fans in the fuckin can

Don't say my name and shit in your fuckin pants

Their fathers sell the fuckin lowlands

To make life easier for those fuckin bums

Stage or backstage, dead body flotage

I paid her wage, then showed her my rage

Life in a cage, they did encage

Lost my soul and age, no return to homepage

They're the source of plauge, no one for my swage

Get this as gage, no time for rampage