-or, wot happens when a guy from the bronx hits bottom in burbank

ruh-roh, here's a rolly poly fast food cracker wife and kid …
gosh darn! don't ya know these craven types are deemed
american … in this skanky parking lot humpty dumpty's
roto-tilled and everyone's got busted balls, creep-a-mangus
shopping mall! creep-a-mangus shopping mall! slippery
slopes are everywhere on the streets and in midair … pitiful
is beating down the doors to shop at wal mart. brainwashed
youngsters and their parents behind overloaded shop carts,
grinding to a painful halt the wheels of progress everyday …
toxic foods that dangle down, flabby assholes, double chins,
stomachs shaped like bowling balls … on your way to work my friend
grab a greased up hunting rifle, make sure it's a loaded one …
aim between their eyes and fire! blow some loopy blue-haired
zombies clear back to sevastopol! creep-a-mangus shopping mall!
creep-a-mangus shopping mall!





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