THE IRISH FRONT THE IRISH FRONT LYRICS
Woah, this is hella gnar dude!
You're the elevator I thought you were!
You keep letting them,
In and out as you go up and down,
In and out as you go up and down,
In and out...
And with the abortionists hands on your thighs you request.
Take it out out! Please God rip it out!
I can't be a mother yet, I dont know how!
Dr. Phill me up butter cup!
You hold your childs head like an apple and eat it the same.
Sour Crout!
Old rotten.
Sour crout!
In your ears.
Your grandma makes the best chocolate chip cookies,
She is in love with me.
I am the most disgusting person you'll ever know
Like blended baby panthers squirting through a rusty garden hose
I found happiness in the lunch ladys mustache!
The tiny bits of meat in her flossy lip hair!
It's so sexual!
Being polite is something I've always lacked,
I'd love to slide a card down the slit of every butt crack
To see if it would ring up credit debit or cash!
In a situation this dire,
It's no wonder all these people are screaming Fire!
I'm on fire!
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