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This man may have

Shitload to prove

He's got to settle a score

Against the groove

Infinite orgasm

Endless joy and pain

Like thunder to my ears

Like a holy rain

An aural wall of waking

Awash in purple paint and

A digging of the flowers

In your yard

Electric rays of healing

Intensify the feeling

Of hatred towards

Things you say I ain't

Fear a man-child

His soul and seman

Pathetic thoughts he thinks forever

Heard you caused a landslide

Walking home

Saw you slide the man-child

Under your coat, yo

(Product of your generation)

(Product of your masturbation)

(Product of a master plan)

(Product of a holy man)

(Product of infanticide)

(Product of decaying minds)

(Product of mass corruption)

(Product of)

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