brown metal
the rectum satans
polyp ov pazuzu
colitis
feces feast
Story behind the song
Polyp had to oversee the well-being of the character in this song. What a monster.
Lyrics
Fetal alcohol syndrome's job done
Prowling now, prurient fun
Laws won't get in my way
Infant dode slarbing to make my day
Eyeing with smiles of sickness
Toddlers loose, put my tip in
Nut on the floor
Ultrasound and more
Mom's a riff-raff whore
(Mongle the) dode
(Mongle the) slit
(Mongle the) ass
(Mongle the) clit
Dode mongler!!!
My desires can't be cured.