Colostomy Grab-Bag
She walks around in her robe
To hide her bag of shit
Colostomy bag, reeks of crud
Embedded in her hip
Screaming at the bitch
She took my parking spot
I caught a whif of colostomy
And took off bown the block
Almost one month later
I saw her in the park
Perfect time for revenge
It was after dark
Hiding in the bushes
As she's walking by
Jumping out on the path
I piss into her eye
Blinded with urea
Stupid smelly bag
I took my hands with all my might
And squeezed her colostomy bag
She spun around about ten times
Until she heaved up brown
Leaving her all embarrassed
In a putrib mound
Saco de Colostomia
Ela anda por aí de roupão
Pra esconder seu saco de merda
Saco de colostomia, fede pra caramba
Entrado no quadril
Gritando com a vadia
Ela pegou meu lugar
Senti o cheiro de colostomia
E saí correndo pela rua
Quase um mês depois
Eu a vi no parque
Hora perfeita pra vingança
Era depois do escuro
Escondido nos arbustos
Enquanto ela passava
Pulando na calçada
Eu mijei no olho dela
Cega de urina
Saco fedido e burguês
Eu usei todas as minhas forças
E apertei o saco de colostomia
Ela girou umas dez vezes
Até vomitar marrom
Deixando ela toda envergonhada
Em um monte podre