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You think you're the emperor
Of the United States of Darkness
But you're just
Really the faecal phantom menace
Can you chill out with the MAGA-verse fandom bullshit
Do you know what's bigger than a Trump dick?
Melania's salted clit
This is not a space opera
You are not the God-emperor
You're a disgrace
To the human race
This is not a space
This is not a space opera
Where's your red hat
You utter fucking twat?
Getting mad like a toddler
Not exactly Darth Vader
Not quite a sith
Just a little shit
This is not a space
This is not a space opera
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Slimer Climber
02:56
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What is this
bullshit that they sell me?
When they're all around
When the Tories are in town
They fuck your nan just as much as they fuck you
They fuck your nan just as much as they fuck
What is this but bullshit?
Slimer climber eats you
Like a leaf you're munched on
then you're snail food
The Tories are in town
Hide your bacon hide your pigs
Dicks out for Babe
They fuck the pigs just as much as they fuck you
They fuck the pigs just as much as they fuck
What is this but bullshit?
Slimer climber eats you
Like a leaf you're munched on
then you're snail
They fuck the pigs just as much as they fuck you
They fuck the pigs just as much as they fuck
What is this but bullshit?
Slimer climber eats you
Like a leaf you're munched on
then you're snail food
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Black heart caveat
The amazon's on fire!
What the fuck are you doing up there
On your piss-stench pedestal?
Jump off the top of the statue of Jesus
Make yourself a Martyr
You fucking piece of shit
Balsa wood, oh Bolognese, you're a spineless fucking cuck
Bolsonaro is that your name or is it just old General Scumfuck?
Balsa wood, oh Bolognese, you're a spineless fucking cock
We'll open your head violently with a fucking rock
Worse than Trump, worse than Bojo!
Yes you're a bonafide cunt
Jump into oncoming traffic
See if anyone cares
Kill yourself in an obscene way
Just don't let anyone see the mess
It's not like anyone would care
About old Bolso' boy anyway
Balsa wood, oh Bolognese, you're a spineless fucking cuck
Bolsonaro is that your name or is it just old General Scumfuck?
Balsa wood, oh Bolognese, you're a spineless fucking cock
We'll open your head violently with a fucking rock
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I see you in your fancy suit
Scared of a kid with a Yazoo
Say we're bullied by the EU
Rallying the thugs and goons
You whine and you bitch about kids being snowflakes
You say bring back hanging but can't take a milkshake
Hide in your tour-bus, grow some balls for fuck sake
Can't take the splash-back so stop spreading race hate
Nigel Farage
I've got yours extra large
Nigel Farage
Caramel and banana
Nigel Farage
Get ready for some trauma
Nigel Farage
You're such a fucking coward
Nobody funnels dark money
To keep me flush in guitar strings
I hand out my abuse for free
Blunt truths are just my policy
I may just have one but it's one more than you have
You're chock full of bollocks except for you're ball-sack
Your smug fucking face is always in the papers
But now it's like Speed now your stuck on a tour-bus
Nigel Farage
I've got yours extra large
Nigel Farage
Caramel and banana
Nigel Farage
Get ready for some trauma
Nigel Farage
You're such a fucking coward
You're scared of my crew cause they're holding some frappes
You act like a child caught with shit in it's nappy
Pretend you're a hard boy but look at you now
You look like you've been bukkaked by a cow
Nigel Farage
I've got yours extra large
Nigel Farage
Caramel and banana
Nigel Farage
Can shove his lies right up his arse
Nigel Farage
Brings all the milkshakes to the yard
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Juno Who Stoke On Trent, UK
From the planet Gay'd-Is'co IV, the Space Cadet college on Space-Nam and an undisclosed location hails the trio of Juno
Who.
Formed of Zuzi Zuzuveela, the 9-nippled Mogri from the 9th Quadrant of Gay'd-Is'Co IV's metropolis, Zip Nolan, former space-cadet turned space warlock after an accident in Space-Nam, and the Enigmatic Brother O'Fulchy.
Juno Who, is who Juneed!
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