Smegma

Blood, dripping down my septum
Blood, Noah is around me but
The weak blow his arc and stole

Mud, filling up my brew
Tip top, kissing on a whistle stop tour of your insides

Smegma pidgeonhole
Got an old Smegma fridge and all the trimmings and gold
Women and mould
Bin man bold lettering

Shimmering seashells on a sea shore
But they never get sold
And it never gets cold in hell
Cos the lava won't rebel

Greek Birdy with a Mozambique
Asleep in a new green Jeep
What is the answer to life?

Mud tripping on my doldrums
Sudden gore, blood and all that guff
What a little pinprick
You're at shindig
You got your brand new ear wig

Smegma pidgeonhole
Got an old Smegma fridge and all the trimmings and gold
Women and mould
Bin man bold lettering

Shimmering seashells on a sea shore
But they never get sold
And it never gets cold in hell



Credits
Writer(s): George Styles
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