The Crust of my bread, all dead

Fighting the booger banditoes with the crust of truth and light.

Swing swing with the rod , he goes Bing Bing boop boop with da Bing bop stew!

There he goes plebs, VILE PLEBS!

Twisting , slashing , dying for the cause.

We fight to win

To die , not I stooge.

The chuds of Newhammyton lay waste beyond the tip of the mighty Dong masher crust

Little stewing mourning their unsightly end. Their last words they hear, " the skins, the skins, bring me the damn skins, damn you!!