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At long last here is your song.... Your a filthy pig, dirty rotten jerk No man of my dreams, no Captain Kirk your words are hurtfull and malicious the plates are never clean when you do the dishes Your heart is as black as a peice of coal you've turned our home into a hell hole Your terrible stench irritates my nose or maybe it's the fumes coming from your dirty clothes. Your skin is turning all yellow from all that smoke my eyes a re stinging and I cant help but to choke The ashes and butts are piled up high This is my last pack is such a lie I was under the bed little did you know when you shagged that skanky ho You thought you were alone I heard you holler I heard you moan Now I will teach you a lesson - one you will not forget I'm going to sell your corpse on the internet together we will never again be seen And from now on all the dishes will be clean. It needs a little polishing - you should have it in sort of a low beat with some sobbing cellos and some pan pipes maybe.
"No one ever won a war by sitting in a ditch"
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