I hate this place, it makes me spit
I'm straws away from throwing a fit
The camel's back super saturated
Another crystal aggravated
Killing spree of insurance men who go
To the darkness of desolation row
The acronyms that lingo death
Manic triggers on crystal meth
Shoot the bullets in the air
Camel snot and tufts of hair
Drooling blood in urine pools
Clowns and princes name the fools
The happy bouncing manic nut
A huge corpulent smelly butt
The kick in the pants
A tug on the groin
A hand held out for a begging coin
A terrible swift sword does fly
The coming of the Lord you cry
Agonizing in a hail of lead
If you only could have kept your head
Melting wax and feathers brown
Slumping to the moistened ground
You last breath breathes a dying gasp
But there is no one left for you to ask
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