Phony smiles of your crippled thoughts
Sponge-like cunts need sturdy cocks
Motherfucker, pull over for a piss stop
I'm your inner fear, mad as a hurt cop
Pull down your pants and I'll kick your ass
Give me a blowjob! It's your last chance
Freeze! Don't move! I'm about to come
Rehearse your role, even it's too dumb
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Oh, such nasty words. My Victorian sensibilities are so vioated. NOT! ! The truth is - yawn - we've seen this kind of thing many many times before. You're angry, Fine. But could you be a little more coherent about what you're supposedly angry about or who you're angry at, and why? Not that I expect much insight in the midst of anger, but at least some. However, I do like the 'Freeze, I'm about to come' line. Deliciously denigrating to whoever it's directed at.