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Hey, Mean Mr. Bossman (Song)
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'''Hey, Mean Mr. Bossman''' is a song that is sung by an unknown country singer on [[SpongeBob SquarePants|SpongeBob]]'s record player in the episode: [[Squid on Strike (Episode)|Squid on Strike]]. The instrumental version is also heard in the title card. | '''Hey, Mean Mr. Bossman''' is a song that is sung by an unknown country singer on [[SpongeBob SquarePants|SpongeBob]]'s record player in the episode: [[Squid on Strike (Episode)|Squid on Strike]]. The instrumental version is also heard in the title card. | ||
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− | + | They call me | |
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− | + | I suck the abscess of dead infants | |
− | + | I want some more | |
− | + | I Am Baby Killer | |
− | + | I kill pregnant slts and whres!! | |
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+ | Splaying inside the womb | ||
+ | Red and wet I tear chunks from the pssy Red and wet mangled unborn baby | ||
+ | Eat the meat dripping from filthy... | ||
+ | Cmstained, blood-soaked, rotten ct Infant skull exploding in my mouth | ||
+ | It's brain on the floor | ||
+ | I grab it's tongue and tear it out | ||
+ | Dead meat for me. I can't believe | ||
+ | How much this baby is bleeding | ||
+ | It's tiny stumps pours out more | ||
+ | Than it's dead mothers open sores | ||
+ | It's guts paint the floor | ||
+ | It's flesh I shall gorge. | ||
+ | It seems feasting on young infant flesh has made my smen leak. | ||
+ | I am aroused. Fk I'm crazy | ||
+ | I fck the blood. I need meat on my cck. | ||
+ | No meat can satisfy me. I must spew my seed | ||
+ | Spunk flows throughout the mangled infant. now I'll chop it up | ||
+ | Chunks of guts fly as I stand with baby skin all over me | ||
+ | Forcing the blood-soaked gore unmercifully down my throat | ||
+ | Pieces of baby are lodged inside of me | ||
+ | Over and over I feast oI feast on it's death | ||
+ | It's all gone. I want some more | ||
+ | I turn to it's mother | ||
+ | Blood is still flowing strongly from her butchered psy | ||
+ | I drink from her fountain, stench of menstrual gore | ||
+ | Gagging on chunks of sliced up pssy | ||
+ | I feel pressure.... | ||
+ | Pushing in my brain | ||
+ | The force caves in my head | ||
+ | My eyes eject slowly | ||
+ | Where's my knife? | ||
+ | I plunge my knife in | ||
+ | Inside my head | ||
+ | My veins are seeping | ||
+ | Warm streams of red | ||
+ | My tongue tastes so horrid | ||
+ | I must swallow it | ||
+ | Gore taste so scrumptious | ||
+ | Enough to wash it down with pss | ||
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Revision as of 16:59, 10 December 2017
Hey, Mean Mr. Bossman is a song that is sung by an unknown country singer on SpongeBob's record player in the episode: Squid on Strike. The instrumental version is also heard in the title card.
Here I come
They call me A beast like none before I suck the abscess of dead infants I want some more I Am Baby Killer I kill pregnant slts and whres!!
Splaying inside the womb Red and wet I tear chunks from the pssy Red and wet mangled unborn baby Eat the meat dripping from filthy... Cmstained, blood-soaked, rotten ct Infant skull exploding in my mouth It's brain on the floor I grab it's tongue and tear it out Dead meat for me. I can't believe How much this baby is bleeding It's tiny stumps pours out more Than it's dead mothers open sores It's guts paint the floor It's flesh I shall gorge. It seems feasting on young infant flesh has made my smen leak. I am aroused. Fk I'm crazy I fck the blood. I need meat on my cck. No meat can satisfy me. I must spew my seed Spunk flows throughout the mangled infant. now I'll chop it up Chunks of guts fly as I stand with baby skin all over me Forcing the blood-soaked gore unmercifully down my throat Pieces of baby are lodged inside of me Over and over I feast oI feast on it's death It's all gone. I want some more I turn to it's mother Blood is still flowing strongly from her butchered psy I drink from her fountain, stench of menstrual gore Gagging on chunks of sliced up pssy I feel pressure.... Pushing in my brain The force caves in my head My eyes eject slowly Where's my knife? I plunge my knife in Inside my head My veins are seeping Warm streams of red My tongue tastes so horrid I must swallow it Gore taste so scrumptious Enough to wash it down with pss