I'm looking for the Death's hand to come
I'll still be smiling when she'll take form
'Would yoy like a cigar, you're welcome !'
I can't wait to be filled with worms.

I'm doing a grind on every crack
I'll keep on blasting every snatch
Until my big clobbers get empty
From this melting resinous spunk

Killing the little man in the boat,
Stupid cow, you sing like a goat,
Your pain fits my ecstasy so well,
I wanna hear ya, sweet hussy !

My name is Firky, Firky Toodling,
Alias the mad brown-Eye-Bugger.
I'm rising from the dead to screw you all,
My rotten lobcock will stick you to the wall.

Lyrics submitted by revontulet

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