DEVIL WORSHIP

Devil worship in the Church,
Of the immaculate pipe wet dream about a perch.
Never been scholastic, always been bombastic, 
I'm not your butler, get your own fucking Lurch.

I rule your druel with an iron tool,
I rip your ship with an iron hip.
I needle your beatle, with a six pack of anguish, 
Wish I never saw your fucking species.
I Love Your Carcinoma (a song)

Your teeth are yellowed by the golden sands of time, 
You live your life unaffected by crimes.
Well, I 'd love to make you sit in my grime, 
And turn us both into overpriced mimes.

(Chorus)
My only regret is that you gave up your pet, 
Cause your cat gave you the only love that you will ever get.
Now you've been to the Met and you've been to the Moma 
But it won't stop my love for your carcinoma.

Your felt tipped life doesn't bounce like it used to, 
Your alibi is on the window ledge covered with bird dou.
The Pap you speak, the sap you leak,
Can't elevate your haggard cheeks.

I'm winding down, you windup clown,
Our excellent reception was a meaningless farce.
Now you're shaped like a bagel and you smell your new doudie 
Cause you're bent so far back, that your head is up your arse.

Your carcinoma grows every year,
From the bottom of your stomach to the top of your ear.
Like a new loaf of bread, can you smell it within, 
Now I love when your carcinoma comes bursting through your skin.

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