hey daddy-o what do you know
your stench is leaking in the gallows
wretched wrinkles you crease with your smile
time is running fast, better run many miles
you recall wartime perks and past glories
like a child crying for bed time stories
you sit your big, buffed ass all day
only for Ms. Titties to play
oh you swine, you call yourself an honorable man
with a rank of two stars that we women should ban
you sniff me like a dog sniffing a bitch in heat
can't you see you disgust me, you creep!
your filthy hands sometimes wander to places
some girls shrug it off like flies in mazes
you're a different kind of spiderman
one i love to smash with a rusty can
Mr. Colonel you make my skin crawl
go back to the sewers and roll
i wish someone would just shoot you in the head
or better yet, electrecute you like Ted
oh it gives me so much glee just thinking about it
when dead, we'll throw your body in a garbage pit
there, the rats will feast on you
best for us but too bad for you...boohoo!
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