I eat this hill, just like a pill,
I have no regard for the fucks shit filled.
The digestive juices will dissolve their angst,
In my stomach they're killed.
Hill station it was, now degenerate spas,
Where they overcharge your stay.
The hotels are disgusting,
Beds are available only with cum spray.
Plus they stir tea with their toes,
I've seen them shit in the soup.
Once I came back from the trip,
It took me months to recoup.
