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• Artiste: King Missile
• Titre: Up My Ass
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<i>(spoken)</i> Oh yeah. Up my ass. Up my ass. Up my ass. A lit candle – up my ass. A firecracker, a finger, a thumb – up my ass. An egg. A vibratin' egg. A scrambled egg – up my ass. A dildo, strapped onto a mannequin, wearing a Nixon mask – up my ass. Power tools, an electric drill, a screwdriver, a monkey wrench – up my ass. A monkey – up my ass. A potpourri of assorted fragrances – up my ass. Up my smelly asshole. 'Cause I'm not one of those guys who walks around pretending that my shit don't stink. My shit stinks. I admit it. And right now, there is a lot of shit – up my ass. Up my ass. Up my ass. Up my ass – and to the left. Up my ass. Step right up. Step right up. Come one, come all – up my ass. Everyone and everything – up my ass. Everything except for your skanky, bullshit, artificial, plastic dick (oh yeah), looks like you bought it at the K-Mart (up my ass) – fuck you with your bogus dildo (oh yeah). You can shove that up <i>your</i> ass, honey, not mine. Up <i>my</i> ass, I got a special gift for you. Right here. Come and get it. It's up my ass. Up my ass. Up my ass. Up my ass. The Louisiana Purchase – up my ass (up my ass). The Encyclopá¦dia Britannica (up my ass) – up my ass (up my ass). Your grandmother – up my ass. Shields and Yarnell – up my ass. Chocolates. Lollipops. Cakes and pies...and it's all for free. Children...children...