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randy prozac – christmas magic babydoll lyrics

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i am epstein
i like to rape your children
on my island
i break their hymen

when your kids disappear
they end up as my souvenirs
i like to drive around
abducting them from the playgrounds

people do not understand
the hunger for pineal gland

i am epstein
i like to rape your children
on my island
i break their hymen

when your kids disappear
they end up as my souvenirs
i like to drive around
abducting them from the playgrounds

people do not understand
the hunger for pineal gland
i like to wear women’s dresses
when i tear off children’s faces
to the forehead apply the pressure
that is where you’ll find the treasure
you’ll never find it any fresher
it is the cleanest most pure pleasure

you must break all their bones
first you must break all their bones
first you must break all their bones
first you must break all their bones

first you must break all their bones
and massage their erogenous zones
releasing all those youthful hormones
and effervescent pheromones

ovulating the power cones
i learned this at the skull and bones
hang their bodies on a hook
basting them for the spirit cook

i love it when they’re still alive
calls for mommy in their cries
i wear a wig and woman’s dress
and i’m their mommy during death

i am epstein
i like to rape your children
on my island
i break their hymen
when your kids disappear
they end up as my souvenirs
i like to drive around
abducting them from the playgrounds

people do not understand
the hunger for pineal gland

christmas is my favorite time
down the chimney i will climb
from the closet i grab a broom
impale the mother through the womb

her dying breath and death +rg+sm
no father because of feminism
then i walk on down the hall
to my christmas magic babydoll

you must break all their bones
first you must break all their bones
first you must break all their bones
first you must break all their bones

i am epstein
i like to rape your children
on my island
i break their hymen
when your kids disappear
they end up as my souvenirs
i like to drive around
abducting them from the playgrounds

people do not understand
the hunger for pineal gland



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