Rock through
Make the
Give'em electropie
All the stage
Is of the Mage
The mares not matter
In the end Their lot
Shall fall to the Sage
Know ye not what for
Their neither See nor our bears?
'Tis For their lies
They tyin 'up Their ties
In earnest They wear this rope
Their discipline dope
Their load-string
In cases to hang on
When not to sing.
Neckroundwise fathomth it, its sit, its sweat shirt shit under the neath, the overshowered, under-aired neck
Wheron no bacon
On the outward to be seen.
Sweat then sweetie,
Into your bowels and ass
When heat upwards
Ye to beat
Swallowin 'farce
Round yer necks got stuck
Just for the buck
Ye suck
(The channeling comes from Uhle Haronen and could contain small transmission errors, since the source seemed to be temporarily psychedelic.)
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