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The kings of shit mountain

Behold, my kingdom come
I sit upon my porcelain throne
Not alone, me and my clone
A cousin, who follows me like a drone
We get stoned watching the jesters piss in the fountain
Together we rule Shit Mountain
Where we call the shots
Never the cops
And if the cops are to come
They will be hung
And tossed into the bottom of our heaping pile of dung

We don't know how it happened
It happened all too quick
We had a mountain of potential and it all turned into shit
We're alcoholic jerkoffs
Potheads, wastes of jizz
All we have besides each other
Is a land of stupid kids

A place where law is non existent
Government is us
 We can't make any rules when nobody gives a fuck
The women walk around naked
Though you wouldn't want to stare
They all weigh 300 pounds
The stench of yeast fills the air
There's serial killer kids that no longer get a thrill
Nobody hides from them, nobody cares if they are killed
Those who get too fat are ground up for bacon
Sexy girls with daddy issues are raped and sacrificed to Satan
Babies that are born are lucky to survive two days
Nuns walk by the mountain, they puke and then they prey

Ahh Shit Mountain. If you see it you'll be amazed
Land of the creeps, home of the crazed
A place for those who live to hate
A place for queers, racists, fakes
It doesn't matter, you will break
the mountain won't discriminate

We sit upon our toilet seats and watch our land of pain
The mountain falls apart a little more each time it rains
We have nothing to look forward to so we watch our people die in vain
I don't know how it is me and my cousin haven't gone insane
We started this land of anarchy
It's ours to do with what we choose
But it blows to know that we're the reason so many teens are hooked on booze
The reason why people die, and the reason no one cares
The reason why the schools have fallen into disrepair

We hope one day we can leave this giant heap of shit
All we have is hope, there's nothing more, that's it.
Well have to leave these people to whom we gave a home behind
When people get to rule themselves it's mayhem of all kinds
The body count is rising, 3000+ and countin'
Nothing ever changes here upon our home, Shit Mountain


Written by Skump_1 (Skump Davis)
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