Man With A Pussy

(verse 1)

he's the Man with a Pussy and he wants you to know

if you give him a twenty, he can give you a show

he's the Man with a Pussy and he rides a bike

this is the kind of thing I like:

I like it when a man has hairy tits

a five o'clock shadow and a juicy slit

like a chick with a dick, but in reverse

it's his gift; it's his curse

(chorus)

Pillsbury doughbody rolled around in hair

built like a trucker, but I don't even care

between his chapped and flabby thighs, I can only stare

do you like it well-done? do you like it rare?

he's got something special and he's nice enough to share

I wish I was born that way, but nature isn't fair

would you like to have a seat in my dildo chair?

come into my domicile, welcome to my lair

(verse 2)

he's the Man with a Pussy and he roams the earth

from Oklahoma City to Fort Worth

he's the Man with a Pussy and he's come to town

one night only, so come on down

down here we haven't got much going on

from 9 PM to the break of dawn

but tonight just might be something else

and you might learn something about yourself

The Business

(verse 1)

you might be named Zuckerberg,

Buffet, or Page

but one day you'll face down

a mob full of rage

and it's not for a TED Talk

they've brought you onstage

despite all the billions

of dollars you've stolen

all of that money won't

buy a new colon

they'll do to your hole

what the krauts did to Poland

...and their peckers are swollen

(chorus)

give him The Business

give him the shaft

when Bezos pled mercy

God fucking laughed

the crowd cries for blood

with beer on its breath

give him The Business

give him the Big Dick of Death

(verse 2)

this engine of justice

we call it "the Biz"

a hydraulic fuck-stick

with cosmoline jizz

you probly won't like it

but that's how it is

a rustcolored ram-rod

encrusted with gore

battering down

your decrepit back door

it packs not just fudge,

but the whole candy store

...and the crowd screams for more

(chorus)

give him The Business

give him the shaft

when Musk said his prayers

God fucking laughed

the crowd cries for blood

with beer on its breath

give him The Business

give him the Big Dick of Death

(verse 3)

jacked like a hammer

you jerk and you wiggle

a bowlful of jellied

intestines a-jiggle

the noises you make

makes the honor guard giggle

after you finally

vomit your heart

and they pull out the spike

from your guts with a SHPLART!

your soul leaves your corpse

in a misty red fart

...that's my favorite part

(chorus)

give him The Business

give him the shaft

when Gates began blubbering

God fucking laughed

the crowd cries for blood

with beer on its breath

give him The Business

give him the Big Dick of

Death

to the office

death

to efficiency

death

to the modern

convenience economy

death to disruptive innovation too

death to the touchscreen smeared with poo

death

to The Market

death

to moneymongering

death

to the monetization

of everything

life is the toilet where our fortunes swirl

death to the architects of this world

Prolapse Pervert (PPMG Cover)

(verse 1)

here's what this motherfuckin song is about:

i like the chute where the poop comes out

big-titted sluts getting punched in the asshole

take that fuckin arm all the way to the elbow

when it comes out, her innards come with it

the lower intestine, to be specific

flipped inside out like a sock

now suck that prolapse like a slimy red cock

(chorus)

this is what i do cuz i'm a prolapse pervert

lick that colon like a raspberry sherbert

PPMG's got the prolapse connection

now show me your guts so i can get an erection

this is my shit cuz i'm a prolapse pervert

jack off at work like i'm motherfuckin dilbert

i like the girl's bottoms with the medical problems

looks like she got assaulted by a rabid ass-goblin

(verse 2)

bend over bitch, here's a big rubber dick

now take every inch in the place where you shit

stuff your caboose, gonna make your ass loose

make your pussy squirt too cuz you like the abuse

go ass-to-ass with your best friend, heather

get down and mash your blown-out rectums together

now your butthole's broken from what i've heard

stand up too fast and you'll drop out a turd

Humpy Pumpy Holocaust

(verse 1)

you were on the closing shift

the night the killing started

left all by yourself because

your bosses are retarded

despairing thy chores

you cleaned the kitchen floor

you thought to turn the lights off

but you didn't lock the door

in from the darkened parking lot

there comes an unknown entity

a pizza thief creeping up

to robble your virginity

but before the lovin'

a little playful shovin'

around the room and off the walls

and then into the oven

(chorus)

slaughter

supreme

breeches

are creamed

every orifice is reamed

victims of the pizza scheme

pie crust

is tossed

your life

you lost

that's not marinara sauce

humpy pumpy holocaust

(verse 2)

saturday was movie night

you ordered pizza pie

in less than 30 minutes

your whole family would die

you heard the doorbell

delivery from hell

they'd find you in the morning

on the doorstop where you fell

if your house is one of those

on the murder route

everyone inside will end up

with their insides out

bunches of bradys

and helpless old ladies

whose severed head will ornament

the hood of this mercedes?

(verse 3)

the dining room was open

and the sunday crowd arrived

well, jesus must not love them back

none of them survived

in the killer dropped

to give them all a chop

his tumescent sexweapon had

not a lot of flop

checkered vinyl tablecloths

cover the remains

sneeze-guard at the salad bar

smeared with human brains

an atrocity so mean

the police had never seen

aztec sacrificial rites

in the claw machine

XTROsexual Coming-Out Party

(verse 1)

you're wondering if

i called you here

to announce i'm

some kind of queer

but that's for normies

anymore

and i promise it's not

anal vore

the kinda thing

i'm really into

i think the best way

i can show you

is a slideshow

presentation

now presenting:

my fixation

(chorus)

i wanna have a sleepover with E.T.

i wanna let him lay his eggs in me

granma, grampa, don't you see

i'd let ALF eat my pussy

i'd like to let 'em hug my face

fuck my mouth in outer space

turn me into a Chimu vase

just get me the fuck out of this place

(verse 2)

so here's some helpful

illustrations

sexy cattle

mutilations

some goats

i would suck

lizardmen

i'd like to fuck

lately i'm turned on

by grays

they're genderless

so i'm not gay

not bad

to look at, are they?

i wanna have their

squirming larvae

(verse 3)

have some snacks

before you go

don't you feel better,

now you know

the plug i stuck

up in my keister

was designed by

HR Giger?

don't say

that i'm confused

cuz i jack off to

Weekly World News

i wanna be

an abductee, no maybe

where's MY two-headed

alien baby?