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She was a born a gifted child
Got good grades did well in school
She looked down upon da jocks
Called em neanderthals a lot
She met a man equally smart
Then one day they had a child
And she knew it would be bright
But it didn’t play wit da blocks good
Could put the shape in da other shape
Clearly not a gifted child
So then what did she do?
She took him to da parking lot

Little did she know
She was the mother of a gifted child
Who could tie together live rats by their tales
Who could slice off his own flesh for meal
Who could set afire a pigeon and feel nothing
But joy
And pleasure
He could make leather out of anyone he saw
And it goes without saying he was great with a saw

The sun shined the air was hot
Rolled up da window left im to rot
But he was bigger than she thought
He used his head before too long
To smash his way out of da car
But he was in der awhile
And da heat it broke his brain
And made him better than ever before
And now he’s out he roams the streets
All alone he is alone
All he does it is self taught

He can follow and he won’t be noticed
He can break necks like Lenny with rabbits
He can eat glass and only bleed a little
Cos his gums are calloused from the bones of the rabbits
He can get in the backseat of a locked cars

If only his mother knew

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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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