| She'll make you bleed, she'll make you scream She'll make your life a miserable dream The knife in your stomach will turn and turnYour preoccupation will be constant heart burn She likes to stick you right in the gut Spouting and spewing the lousiest smut The anguish, the torture, the constant crap Sometimes her face, you will just want to slap She brings you some garbage food to shove up your ass Seasons it with ground up glass Waits until your innards do bleed And your life of torture and death is decreed Who can be this monstrous old slut The kind of wench that can dig you a rut The one that holds your balls in a sling I'll give you a hint, a bell it may ring She's the one that gave a birth to your spouse She's the one, her husband, quietly calls louse She's the one that no-one holds in awe She's your goddamn mother-fuck'n mother-in-law! |
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