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Tales of Torture Vol. III

Leave your manners at home, bring only your wrong doins
Bring your hammers and stone, leave my scrotum in ruins
Your dads a carpenter right, be a good girl and grab his toolbox
I hope you sharpened your knife, make my wood hurl, stab this fool's cock
For our morning-after brunch, I'm thinking bacon, eggs, and ham
But first give my balls a crunch, my Staples button needs a slam
"That was easy" my bloodied sack and stack growls, as my balls release four to five gallon
Nice and greasy, I send whore for more towels, as I turn on Late Night with Jimmy Fallon
Written by Girthquake
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