Re-chart my hairy territory
I don't need a pestle and mortar To grind up your mum's bum: Anal slaughter
On the fart-box market your dad's been fleeced, It was like a dream, when his shitter increased.
Mum's completely smashed on Russian vodka, Emitting a constant stream of transparent diarrhoea.
On a routine, daily basis, Mum probably consumes about 8 kilo of human faeces.
Oops! Mum did it again: Got her bum ruined by loads of men.
Dad’s in the playground, trying to tempt kids with fidget spinner Luckily for them his penis status ‘can’t be thinner’
Mum is extremely resource hungry, When it comes to willy.
Mum’s booked on ‘Mastermind’ Specialist subject? Yep, it’s ’taking it from behind’
Dad’s a sort of modern day Peter Purves Except that rather than making kids happy, he makes them nervous
After Mum's weekly Soiree du bukakke The bogs floor resembles a freshly iced wedding cake
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