Holy shit, look at the ass on that hog
Whoa dude, I think I'm in love, man
Oh, bitch
You're just a fat fuck queen
A three ton slut
The girl of my dreams
I know you fucked that roadie outside
But I can't wait to eat your sweaty meat pie
Right now
Oh, girl
I think I saw you before
Back behind the bus
On The Summer Slaughter Tour
With three holes filled
And two hands full
I was eighth in line
Somehow I knew you were mine
Now I'm in love
With each and every fold
I can't wait to taste
That greasy slop hole
Oh yeah, your cunt's a fucking cave
And your ass is like a tank
But still I can't stop
'Cause oh heck, I'm in love
You fat fucking bitch
Your mouth rots from herpes and yet
Why'd you fuck the whole tour
It's why it's hard with open sores
But I can't say no
I keep coming right back for that monolith crack
Oh yeah, you're just the love of my life
Whore, oh your cunt is mountain sized
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