The Proud Parent's Convention Held in the ER-The Number Twelve Looks Like You

The Proud Parent's Convention Held in the ER - The Number Twelve Looks Like You Sit here and take in the earthworms snuggling to the greens Boy doesn't even know chalk from cheese Hold that breath Everyone the cows finally being milked for what it's worth. Drizzle that nipple Run it till some sense leaks out. Class, you won't succeed in life. You boys will grow to R**e and you girls will grow up getting off being raped. Class dismissed. Homework for this evening is experiment The bodies intake of poisonous cleansing products, A golden star for the ones sent to the ER. Good day. My I's were dotted and my T's were crossed. More than enough time to make such words as inconsiderate and illegitimate. Stop while I was stretching I was being sent up to the stage Holding that hairy rat feeling ridiculous. Hold 'em high, hold 'em tight, show them what you are worth. Snapping out of dreaming hat dose of reality was no figure of speech. Clearning my passage Here it goes Holding that hairy rat hostage for the need of love is at It's all time High you don't have a leg to stand on So listen to reason otherwise accumulation of the buthery will be very overwhelming To all justifiable to me.