S.O.P

That son of a prick born the year of the cock.
With a dirty ass mouth before he could walk.

Once a lost boy who ate his cookies with liquor.
Now that Pan asshole shines of stripper glitter.

And the ones that he’s met wouldn’t throw him
a bone.
And he would cry if he could but he can’t so he don’t.

Cause it wasn’t about where he came in the end.
Some are just pissed he never came there again.

A little advice if you should meet this charming lunatic.
Just leave him alone cause he’s a real son of a prick.

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