Fire!!! - The Irish Front

You’re the elevator, I thought you were

You keep letting them

In and out as you go up and down

In and out as you go up and down

In and out

And with the abortionists hands on your thighs you request

Take it out out!

Please God rip it out!

I can’t be a mother yet, I don’t know how!

Dr. Phil me up butter cup!

You hold your childs head like an apple and eat it the same

Sour Kraut!

Old rotten

Sour Kraut!

In your ears

Your grandma makes the best chocolate chip cookies

She is in love with me, she is in love with me!

I am the most disgusting person you’ll ever know

Like blended baby panthers squirting through a rusty garden hose

I found happiness in the lunch ladys mustache

The tiny bits of meat in her flossy lip hair

It’s so sexual!

Being polite is something I’ve always lacked

I’d love to slide a card down the slit of every butt crack

To see if it would ring up credit debit or cash!

In a situation this dire

It’s no wonder all these people are screaming

FIRE!

FIRE!

FIRE!

FIRE!

FIRE!

FIRE!

FIRE!

I’m ON FIRE!