I'm thinking I was once a baby Shat across the cosmos, banished to this mudball But I crave vengence, I'm not throwing in the towel Birthed deep within the Master's bowels Well I said I'm sorry but you slapped me back down Stare into the inky blackness I swear I think you'll find him there I'm just a Sunday morning turd coming down de does not give a damn With over grown cuticles, and an asteroid belt I said now sonny, Well I'm a real bad mama I had a little something to eat last night A real bad man I like to spend a lot of time on the can It's not alright, Well we fucked up the tablet and the Master heard the sound The Master has a butt A little birdie told me he's coming back around There'll be nothing left His hideous wisdom calls for my death Except a butt Daddy tells me to bend over Bails my ass out of reform school Whips your buttocks with a strap If I can't kill the Master then I'll have to get a job I'm a fuckin' slob Then he goes and takes a nap Well I said that I was sorry but I couldn't make you care If I could stop shitting then I'd change my underwear The Master has a butt
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