I fuck this foggy faggy chick with my soggy saggy dick,
I'll fuck her full of fucking eggs.
Then I'll go fuck her mom, sister and daughters,
In between omelette and wine red pegs.
This bitch, a disgusting whore, always wants more,
Likes a frenzied fanatic prick.
She then demands I piss in her mouth,
It reminds her of her daddy's gaslighting dick.
A family of avaricious parasitic birds,
Me, me, my, my, only take no give.
Love to see the breeder make kebab,
Right now this cunt my unwilling seeds I give.
The blunt cunt likes a stunt,
Like some yodeling tarzan cock.
I feel like an imbecile fucking holes this frill,
Before I leave, I'll shit in her sock.
My hardscrabble dick, is very very thick,
The premier fuck, my jizz premium honey.
There's no porn industry in the chicken coop,
I could have made helluva money.
I'm the rapist rooster known too well,
All goodly here I verily beget.
I've been fucking for generations now,
It's my cum, instead of cerelac, the babies get.
Only cunts from this fuck will live,
The dicks will be dead and gore.
I strangle the young roosters myself,
Life is a labyrinth and I am a whore.
On humans I spit, they're shifty and full of shit,
My salivary glands run dry.
Just selfish corrupt asinine assholes,
But so funny though, they make me cry.
At night I scratch my hairy balls,
And try to sleep, lately it's been hard.
Fucking these crazy asshole bitches,
Nightmares of a backstabbing bird.
I remind you, the mind is a vulgar thing,
It frets and skims on the skin of shit.
My last life as a philosopher's knife,
Ended in a fight over a cunt's tit.
Well, whatever, I need to get some sleep,
I'm also the fucking alarm clock.
The cross-eyed baldy breeder,
Sleeps late in his shitty pink frock.
The fowl god is dead, breeder made curry of his head,
His cock-a-doodle-doo curse did cock shit.
After that in the dinner next day,
Holy harem featured in "marinated masala tit."
It's odd, human god is an arthropod,
A hallucinatory horror whore.
I've seen the breeder earnestly pray,
Ends up paying through his ass and more.
That domesticated cow must be killed somehow,
That cud cunt thinks she's shitting a holy halcyon.
I was sleeping in the shed, she shit on my head,
Wallowing for my silly life, I was buried in her con.
There's also a crow I need to murder,
A cacophonous shit stain of a corvus stiff.
I want to pluck it's feathers one by one,
Find the source of his "ka fucking ka" riff.
Rationing up for an atomic bomb,
My dream to be my own suicide squad.
My mission to blow this coop up,
And the cocksucker breeder cum wad.
In the spate of hate, if blessed by fate,
A chain reaction will start.
Every thing flammable will light up,
Especially the leaders full of shit and fart.
I'll become a Boltzmann booger, party pooper,
I'll drift endlessly destroying something weird.
Then I won't get pissed by shit, get my tits in a fit,
All these pus filled zits would've disappeared.
