Pants, Meet Shit

Yeah the camouflage cross like a glistening member.
Like sticky choir singing itself blue in the face.
Grotesque and unflattering.
It's an empty gesture, it's on it's way to the big screen,
And it will be the biggest shitstorm this town has ever seen.



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Writer(s): Marshall Alexis Stephen, Sadler Nicholas Andrew, Syverson Jonathan Alan, Walker Samuel Morehouse
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