My Boy Jesus and I Hit this New Club the Eye of the Needle

Some pig fuck at the door says we cant bring our camel

Some kind of discriminating red velvet deal, right

We set a trash fire in the lot

Say yo camel we got it

Slit his throat and drank up – cooked that long traveled companion

Shared it be BBQ style all night with all those left outside

Got through security like the chrysalis burst of a gooefyed caterpillar might

Jesus Flashed that puffy Pussy butterfly style in his neon yoga tights, ripping at the light cracks

‘A bit hairy and tough on my toew’ sayeth the Lord

But the camel is bursteth through – Party!

In the needling Ego tonight

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