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