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Sittin' around, all piousness

Only interest - your own bacon

You tried to play innocent

But confidence was shaken

You said if you scratch mine

I'll scratch yours

Now the tables are turned

All your bridges are burned

I draw the line at this, Pigfucker

Reap what you've sown

I smell pork on your dick, Pigfucker

How'd we get so low?

Turnin' away from a nasty mess

No comment, no denial

All the papers are sayin'

"We can't print this,

We might get sued for libel!"

It's time to pay the debt

Let's settle the score

And now the tables have turned

You know I'll have the last word

I draw the line at this, Pigfucker

Reap what you've sown

I smell pork on your dick, Pigfucker

How'd we get so low?

Is it all true, or just the turn of the screw?

Was it photoshop of a pig and his cock?

Are they all whores in the House of Lords?

Fucking anything that moves, and some that don't

I hope your wife knows where your penis goes

And is there a lock on your fridge?

Was the pig of age, but at this stage who the fuck really cares?

Paedo-necro-bestiality

Pigfucker

You fuck pigs

Paedo-necro-bestiality

You fuck pigs, you cunt