p o box - da pen lyrics
da man i wanna talk to you, believe me,
smells like sh-t but he’s not a hippie,
he acts like a man but he’s a real pig,
this dorkshire speaks like we cr-p.
when i fart i think about him, that’s i dig,
when i see his face i need to vomit,
he’s got a right arm tight, no doubt
i’ve got my middle finger tight for his b-tt.
da pen is just a mother-f-cker-snapper-head-punk–ss-b-tch-wh-r–dorck-c-ck-sucker.
da men i wanna talk to you, get’s a
disgusting sort of stinky dwarf,
who wants to fly his own, the problem was
that his b-tthole was too dilated.
tall like 3 apples, dumb as a
jellyfish, really r-t-rded.
brutus tried to smell caesar’s -n-s
but the situation is clear for us.
da pen is just a mother-f-cker-snapper-head-punk–ss-b-tch-wh-r–dorck-c-ck-sucker.
youth against fascism, youth against racism.
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