Lyric The Master Has A Butt

I m thinking I was once a baby
Birthed deep within the Master s bowels
Shat across the cosmos, banished to this mudball
But I crave vengence, I m not throwing in the towel
Well I said I m sorry but you slapped me back down
I m just a Sunday morning turd coming down
Stare into the inky blackness I swear I think you ll find him there
With over grown cuticles, and an asteroid belt I said now sonny,
de does not give a damn
Well I m a real bad mama
A real bad man I like to spend a lot of time on the can
I had a little something to eat last night
It s not alright,
The Master has a butt
Well we fucked up the tablet and the Master heard the sound
A little birdie told me he s coming back around
His hideous wisdom calls for my death
There ll be nothing left
Except a butt
Daddy tells me to bend over
Whips your buttocks with a strap
Bails my ass out of reform school
Then he goes and takes a nap
Well I said that I was sorry but I couldn t make you care
If I could stop shitting then I d change my underwear
If I can t kill the Master then I ll have to get a job I m a fuckin slob
The Master has a butt