maniac1075

[Maniac1075]

There was an old farmer who lived by a rock
He sat in the meadow a shaking his

Fist at some boys who were down by the crick
Their feet in the water their hands on their

Marbles and playthings and in days of yore
There came a young lady she looked like a

Pretty young creature she sat on the grass
She pulled up her dresses and showed us her

Ruffles and laces and white fluffy duck
She said she was learning a new way to

Bring up her children and learn them to knit
While the boys in the barnyard were shoveling

Refuse and litter from yesterdays hunt
While the girl in meadow was rubbing her

Eyes at the fellows as girls sometimes do
To make it quite clear that she wanted

To go for a nice pleasant stroll on the grass
Then hurry back home for a nice piece of

Ice cream and cake it stood three layers tall
And after dessert she was ready

To go for another walk down by the dock
With any young man with a sizable

Roll of one hundreds and a big bulge up front
If he asked politely she'd show him

Her little brown dog who was subject to fits
The maybe she'd let him grab hold of her

Small tender hands with a movement so quick
And she'd bend on over and suck on his

Soda so sweetly till she finished it
Then pull down her panties to rub on her

Hip that she bruised when she ran down the hall
Cause he tried to force her to lick on his

Candy so tasty made of butterscotch
And then he spread whip cream all over her

Cookies that she had been baking all night
If you think this is dirty
You're fucking well right.
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[Maniac1075]

“Well I'd like to see the coyote eat the road runner
And I'd like to seeMichael Jackson blown to bits
And I'd like to see Gene Simmons, tounge wrestle Richard Simmons
But I'd love to see that Dolly Parton's tits.
Yeah, I'd love to see that Dolly Parton's tits.

Oh they're so big and soft and round
And they don't make a sound
How they look remains a mystery
With my hands tucked into my pockets
Just thinkin' 'bout Dolly's rockets
Here they come again my fantasy.
Yeah, here they come again my fantasy . . .

Well I'd like to see Howard Stern kiss Rush Limbaugh in the moonlight
And I'd like to see Bill Clinton take a hit . . . and inhale
And I'd like to see ole Hillary fight Monica on Jerry Springer
But I'd love to see that Dolly Parton's tits
Yeah, I'd love to see that Dolly Parton's tits . . .

They're my favorite memories of home.”
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[Maniac1075]

Macorenia Paordy

Sitting in my house, and I know that I'm alone,
Feeling kinda horny, got a jingle in my bone
Go and grab a Penthouse it's the one with Sharon Stone
Hey Masturbata!

I go a little faster and its feeling kind of nice,
Once ain't enough so I have to do it twice
If you wanna spank the monkey I can give you good advice
Hey Masturbata!

I use some baby oil or a little Vaseline,
Laying down a towel so I keep my carpet clean
Never shake my hand cause you don't know where its been
Hey Masturbata!

I do it in the car when I'm driving down the street,
One hand on the wheel and the other on my meat
I can't get out the car cause I'm sticking to the seat
Hey Masturbata!

Since I was a kid I have been a masturbater,
Choke the chicken; hum the knob, squeezing the tomato
I've looked at Ms. November now I'm gonna decorate her
Hey, Masturbata!

Buffing the banana, Mr. Lizard shaking bacon,
Pounding on the flounder and its mayonnaise I'm makin'.
Spank the frank, wax the carrot, god my hand is achin'.
Hey, Masturbata!
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[Maniac1075]

The rain soaked my skin, as a rode up that hill
to the place where they buried, my only love Jill
the men that had killed her, i found everyone
and i made them all pay, at the end of my gun

i tied up my horse, at the side of her grave
and i nelt by the women ,that i could not save
and i plundged my cold hands, inside that wet dirt
and i dug for an hour, for the girl i had lost

at the end of that hour, i held Jill in my arms
and i stopped to notice, her considerable charms
they claimed her sweet spirit, but her body was mine
and i made love to sweet Jill, one last time

oh Jill, oh Jill, underneath me so still
just like your still living not dead at boot-hill

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