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Lyrics
I WANNA TELL YOU A STORY
ACTUALLY A NGHIT MARE
THIS THING WAS FAT
BUT IT DIDN'T CARE
ALL SHE WANTED WAS SOMEBODY'S DICK
HOLLY SHIT!! HER FIGURE WAS SICK
NIW THERE'S ONLY ONE THING LEFT TO GO;
PICK UP YOUR KNIVES... DON'T BE A JEW..
KILL THE MOLE, KILL THE MOLE
THAT FAT CUNT MUST DIE
KILL THE MOLE , KILL THE MOLE
HOLY SHIT SHE'S GOT FAT THIGHS
SHR'LL FUCK ANYTHING
EVEN A HICK
I WOULDN'T LET HER TOUTCH MY DICK
HER BODY'S SHAPED LIKE A FUCKIN' PEAR
DO YOU EAT HER PUSSY? DO YOU DARE?
SHE'S LIKE LEPROSY, LIKE A FUCKIN' PLAGUE
THAT'S NO WAY I'M GONNA LET HER DO MY HEGG
MOLAKAI... MOLAKAI
STAB THAT MOLE, SHE MUST DIE
KILL THE MOLE., KILL THE MOLE,
THAT FAT CUNT MUST DIE
KILL THE MOLL, KILL THE MOLE,
DON'T EVEN BOTHER ASKING WHY
KILL THE MOLE., KILL THE MOLE,
THAT FAT CUNT MUST DIE
KILL THE MOLL, KILL THE MOLE,
DON'T EVEN BOTHER ASKING WHY
SHE'S THAT FATTEST EXAMPLE OF A SLEEZE
SOMEBODY WASTE HER; SOMEBODY? PLEASE!
TAKE A SHIT RIGHT ON HER FACE
JUST MAKE SURE IT'S CYANDIE LACED
LISTEN TO THAT FAT CUNT SQUEAL
AS I COME AROUND WITH THE WHEEL
I DON'T CARE IF SHE PUTS UP A FIGHTS
'COZ NOW I GOT HER IN MY SIGHTS
KILL THE MOLE, KILL THE MOLE
THAT FAT CUNT MUST DIE
KILL THE MOLE , KILL THE MOLE
HOLY SHIT SHE'S GOT FAT THIGHS
SHR'LL FUCK ANYTHING
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