| spamdage | ||
| kingsuperspecial |
wrap me in your hot cold spamdage, soothe my meat-snack wounds. radar into my airspace. and shoot me down delicious. pretzel yourself in sodium light and stick like sanctifrustic glue |
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| god |
realize my misgivings potted meat upon the wind understand the lotion vienna sausage friends treet me to the corned beef beef hearts, scrapple and tripe. |
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| paste! |
fumbling in the pork sun the livers fry me into corn nuts assemble the cows feet into cartwheels we can play like rinds like drums the bacon is bleeding, oh no, oh truck |
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| a torta |
strap me like ixion to the cheese_wheel where i will roll silently past the bacon_near_engine and melt like stealth_salt into the chicken_grease i will descend into the lower circles of cheez_whiz and face the horror of the microwave_pork_rinds |
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