Pre-skool Prostitute-Gwar

I saw a friend just the other day He didn＇t have too much to say He looked crazy, he looked insane He couldn＇t talk because his tongue Was inflamed And then he tried to run away From some chick that was coming this way I think I thought I knew who she was A little junkie whore that＇s a big ugly scuz I didn＇t have to go to far Flashed 20 bucks and then she got in the car Tried to talk to her but she called me a fool I tried to give her money And put her family through school Cause she＇s a real tough mama when she wear＇s women＇s clothes Everybody knows she she＇s got a bone through her nose She＇s really hot, he＇s hot to trot, but when she gets home Daddies all over her twat Pre sckool prostitute All the drugs that you can shoot Pre School prostitute Slave to the brute I finally gave up, let her do what she please Wouldn＇t have sex with her cause I got a disease But she told a sad story ＇bout a family in woe She was getting fingered by her Daddies big toe He was the first It was the worst She came in a limo and she left in a hearse She became five She＇s still alive Better call the bug man cause your twat is a hive Preschool Prostitute All the drugs that you can shoot Preschool Prostitute Slave to the brute Tried to talk to her but she called me a fool I tried to give her money And put her family through school She＇s a real tough mama and she wear＇s women＇s clothes Everybody knows she she＇s got a bone through her nose You＇re barely out of diapers and you＇re wearing a wig You might be a baby but you smell like a pig She got to five she＇s still alive Better call the bugman cause your twat is a hive. A naughty nanny Your grumpy Granny A rusty tire iron hanging out her fanny Oh, you little English schoolgirl you Vengeance is mine Drunken, drunken, drunken, drunken, drunken, drunken... Preschool Prostitute