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What i lack in strength i make up in having once won the lottery
Fast food meals may clog my every artery but i
Have bones big and strong enough to keep all this flesh going
And i now have the funds and sugar sludge to ensure i keep growing
And i’ll grow
And i’ll grow
And i’ll buy up every house on your block to ensure that i have the room to keep growing
There ain’t no shower big enough for youo and me honey, but that’s fine its your turn i’ll wait until the sky turns dark and it starts to rain
And it’ll wash me clean or as clean as i’ll ever be since my fat folds hold small animal carcasses and rotted treats
Those treats are for you, honey, why don’t you come in off the streets and hang with me?
Or just wait a little while, in case you didnt know it the streets wont be here much longer because im growing
My fat folds and rolls will pour through these windows and out into the streets and they'll just keep going
And going
And going
I'm a bit sick today but maybe less sick than I was yesterday and a bit more so than I will be tomorrow
Oh, sorrow, sorrow

There are typically natural things in life that would keep a person from growing

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from We Are All Going to Hell for This: Fishslaughter plays Killing Strawberry Milk Cows for their Meat Live at Fishy Joe's Comedy Dungeon, released March 12, 2019

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