yOu th@ FilTH
iN a maRKet pLaCe
mr str8 fac3
with guinea pigs
all over town
y0u cL0wn
sTrips The s#it and
AdDs thE LaCe
mrs srt8 face
as white rats with their whiskers twichen
catch you cooking in ya kitchen hang you up upon their itchen
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