Don't you lick yourself to death
How'd you get to be so small?
A little mouth necklace you wear
We can see it through your shirt
Belching outline of a noose
Cul-de-sac burned down by your house
You don't mean anything you say
Vomit on the floor leads to the
Plate where you sat hours ago
You want to go down on yourself
Don't you rape yourself to death

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