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Cousin Lovin' (extended)
- (Verse starts at 0:23 of beat track)
- Men punchin' and hittin', fuckin' women moanin' and hissin'
- Every fucker is downtown to dish a solid ass kickin'
- Kids are runnin' around with a fuckin' whoopee cushion
- Full up of razors, scissors and pins to blow up in your cousin
- Man, she's screaming out loud as those kids hold her down
- To the ground, flailing around, like a fuckin' dyin' clown
- The cushion then explodes in her, she's done fucked up now
- There's no help around and she's just been impaled, wow
- You stare in disbelief as you reach for your bat
- You better head on down there and fuckin' show 'em your tatt
- Of you and your cousin with your hand on her twat
- You loved her so much, how dare they fuckin' do that
- A swing to the head of some scrawny little punk
- Knocks out all his teeth and all over his fuckin' mum
- She's screaming and crying as you hit 'em again
- There's no fuckin' way anyone is walking outta this pen
- Another swing and hit to some other dudes jaw
- Has got him stumbling and bleedin' all over the floor
- He stops, trips and falls as you raise up your bat
- Ready to bring it down for another attack
- You're on to some other bitch with her back to your front
- So you just let it loose and cave her head in with one
- Swing and follow it through with a sickening stomp
- To the back of her head so that the ground gets chomped
- People are turnin' on you man, you better run or get mobbed
- By the crowd of freakish cunts that are brandishin' a wet mop
- To shove it up your ass and continue to pop
- Each of your eyeballs out with a fuckin' nail and rock
- But lucky for you you've got an explosive sock
- Full up of sharp shrapnel and just a fuckin' rusty old fork
- So you throw it at 'em all and continue to knock
- All of them down to death with a tick and a tock (boom).
- Now you stand back laughing and fuckin' continue to mock
- You better go out and celebrate while you're wearing a frock
- You run past the gates, yeah the lock's been unlocked
- You see your way out but there's a fuckin' roadblock
- There's an old man about with a pout and a gun in his lap
- So he picks the shit up and with a rat a tat tat
- He shoots his own wife in the back of the head
- A common mistake but she's unmistakably dead
- Blood runs through the gutter, so dark and so red
- Man, you were fuckin' hungry, but now you've just been fed
- You drink the bitch's blood, as it flows down the road
- Just scoop it up bud, so you can take the shit home
- Flingin' piss and poo fuckin' all over the show
- Nobody comes near you, yep fuckin' no one, no
- You sock the old man in the chest as he gets out his chair
- So he falls back down and then you rip out his hair
- He's looking up at you and in his eyes, despair
- So you pluck an eye out, he's gotta learn to share
- Parading around with his eye that you now wear
- And not a single fuck given, nope, not a care
- You make your way out and then breathe in the air
- Thank fuckin' fuck that you got the fuck outta there
- As you make your way home to check up on your heir
- You get attacked and eaten by a fuckin' polar bear
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