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Imagine a wannabe rock critic's head on the end of the shaft of a small, scrawny penis.
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Coolest kid in the neighborhood,
Turd lipstick made you look good.
Paper covers rock with bad reviews.
Nobody I know reads the news.
Ran the well empty
I ran the well empty
I ran the well empty
I hung it all out to dry.
On behalf of the people you berate,
You can fucking choke on unborn children I create.
Daddy bought your dictionary,
Daddy paid for school.
Daddy bought you sunglasses,
But that don’t make you cool.
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