Song of the Rats
Master, Master feed me faster;
Liars blood the garbage bastard
Fetus of a forest howl
Taste of Garbage fear and foul
Cry of child and poo of man
Leg of cat and hair of Ann
Bunny dust and earth-worms ring,
Chocolate frost and molded filling
For a dog that’s dying faster
Like a meat-feast fear and bastard
Master, Master feed me faster;
Liars blood the garbage bastard
Bathe it in a mothers tub
Then the dog is ripe as grub
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