Friday, March 27, 2009

How Long Do Viruses Last

debris, man-welt

I

Face Rubble, the "Man-Roncha"
the bad milk, bad host Live in person on cartoons
rummaging through garbage
and when I go down the street, people get scared I'm prepared pa

great vengeance
with war paint, machete and spear
There will be no place to hide
pus Drink my bloody welt ...

I hear voices telling me what to do
am the chosen one to meet the mission
mission
The Lord gives me kill my hives of indigestion

Atheists, sinners, heretics and blasphemers
will not seek to hide nowhere
Nowhere in the world, and dying
die
will go to hell I'm

Face Rubble Man-Roncha, Man-Roncha ... Rubble Face

Roncha'm the Man-, Man-Roncha ...

And if your destination is bump on my way ...
bad luck ... Cousin! Interesting


inscrutable are the ways of the Lord Almighty
I have become the avenging angel punch
indecent

years about people undesirable moral dirty
faileth them defecating
spit spit deadly acid green, highly toxic to
trap the soul of the evil

lust, debauchery, bitch, bitch I'm the prophet
crappy pimp looking bump
I'm open, highly infected I am the plague
feet

battered life dissected in a slingshot Palomino
tattooed slut fucking
your life and there is no place to hide
drink the pus from my bleeding welt! Rubble Face


Roncha'm the Man-, Man-Roncha ... Rubble Face

Roncha'm the Man-, Man-Roncha ...

And if your destination is bump on my way ...
bad luck ... Cousin!

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