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letra de ungrown tug - subetroth

goad the stinger, and curb the prize
bent, wet pose. a shackled core for the never-bride
so faithful, yet so unsure
sloppy kn-b slob is the lure for the bloomin’ goon
it’s noon, she’s shaped like a f-ckin’ balloon
greasy thighs, high as a kite
varicose spider wraps it up
dinner time!
there’s no surprise in her eyes
here it goes, all on her lung pillows
she says it’s her turn, drops trou
and holy sh-t, it’s a f-ckin’ dude

fresh in the field
what now? this was the first anything
gonna blow ol’ donnie for sure
his stare is broken
he grabbed the scalp and slipped it in

here we are, between a c-ck and a headboard
tiny hands flailing, making the sullen and weary foal gag
in apathy, he revels

this was our say; cheetoh or a cyborg with a lizard dome
let’s opt for cheap slop
i fault the grim blue sect
no accountability held

our sh-t’s a joke and paralyzed
u-turn for lame to survive
no stage for worth to exist
we’ve churned our fate

- subetroth

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