Mancunt

Doctor.

I say doctor, doctor, whether it's a T or a turd, it's the same word.

Abortion.

I say aborting.

A fun thing to do, a healing spree.

Lips.

I say liops or hoiops, flush trap doors in between my heels.

Trap doors? What's that doorway for?

Something special, let me tell you, Miller.

Oh, you're all...

Love this track.

Oh yeah, I've heard it before.

Oh.

Oh my god.

Bitch.

I say beech, the heat-steam beach that soaks the leech.

Chicken.

I say yuck, yuck, too much dark meat can ruin your psyche.

Fly up.

I say fly up, enter reason, heaven, need an old fat dick.

Girlfriend.

I say rum, when me and Ned want steam, it's some fun.

Dandies.

I say bedding, she wraps around my waist and hugs my fanny.

Fanny? What's your fanny, Miller?

Something special, let me show you, Miller.

Lips.

Lips.

Lips.

Lips.

Lips.

Lips.

Lips.

It's a trap, starts my game.

Red meat sets the walls on red, my life.

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Oh my god.