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Butterskank
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The feminine sow can be trouble for an innocent piggy.
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Punk, Metal, Rock
Three guys that actually hate each other but believe in one thing...what true Punk Rock is! We would say fast, short songs with true lyrical content and a no-nonsense attitude. It should upset the right people in the wrong way and never cause humans to dance happily! We believe in cleanliness, no religion, pro-choice and absolute positive negativity....truth that hurts! MILKPIG record all the tracks at separate times in the studio being careful not to come in contact with one another too often. Respect for the other's playing ability is the only thing that allows these three guys to remain a recording project.
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Genre
Rock Punk
Charts
Peak #143
Peak in subgenre #18
Author
Boris
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2011 Death To Pigs
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August 16, 2006
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MP3 2.4 MB 128 kbps 2:37
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BUTTERSKANK I believe you’re condescending on my epitaph In loving memory as Im shuffled to the …door I believe you’re now protecting what I saw at last Congratulations on the birth of your most inner… whore… Im the finger that was used when your hand went numb A social need for desire once fulfilled The compensation for the lack of daddy’s precious love Attention starved now depreciated over…killed.. You aint fit…for me to kiss You spread like butter but you’re harder to miss… The walk of a queen…the scent that of gold The package you sell…aint the story that’s told!! I believe you’re the mistress of a thousand men The mental pictures from your subtle lack of ….shame I believe men are lungs to your oxygen Hugs and kisses are the floors to your…stains! Im the victim of my cockfight eyesight Stimulated by a pretty girls…sway False intentions misconstrued from a viscious bite Beast of burden clawing backs gone a….stray.!!! You aint fit…for me to kiss You spread like butter…but you’re harder to miss The skin of a witch…with the heart of a mole The skank of the month…feeds the bottomless hole!! You believe in the touch of viginity The clammy palms cupping breast milk …dried Spread the sticks overheated pots of blasphemy Burning penis smells of faithful words that…died! On a mission for approval points and verbal strength Begs respect though she’s dressed like a….whore! Ones to party, ones to marry, ones just in the mix… Friends are family, so its incest they explore…. You aint fit…for me to kiss You spread like butter but you’re harder to miss… The walk of a queen…the scent that of gold The package you sell…aint the story that’s told!! You aint fit…for me to kiss You spread like butter…but you’re harder to miss The skin of a witch…with the heart of a mole The skank of the month…feeds the bottomless hole!!
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