The Master Has a Butt - Gwar
I'm thinking I was once a baby
Birthed deep within the Master's bowels
Shat across the cosmos, banished to this mudball
But I crave vengence, I'm not throwing in the towel
Well I said I'm sorry but you slapped me back down
I'm just a Sunday morning turd coming down
Stare into the inky blackness I swear I think you'll find him there
With over grown cuticles, and an asteroid belt I said now sonny,
de does not give a damn
Well I'm a real bad mama
A real bad man I like to spend a lot of time on the can
I had a little something to eat last night
It's not alright,
The Master has a b_tt
Well we f_cked up the tablet and the Master heard the sound
A little birdie told me he's coming back around
His hideous wisdom calls for my death
There'll be nothing left
Except a b_tt
Daddy tells me to bend over
Whips your b_ttocks with a strap
Bails my ass out of reform school
Then he goes and takes a nap
Well I said that I was sorry but I couldn't make you care
If I could stop sh_tting then I'd change my underwear
If I can't kill the Master then I'll have to get a job I'm a f_ckin' slob
The Master has a b_tt
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