Your Mother is a Space Clown

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I rode downtown on my half-hybrid horse sea otter
Scraped the bottom of the barrel wasn't even bothered
See you saunter off in that blood red sunset
All the cowgirls are undead are we having fun yet
I step onto the private jet my ink sack starts to sweat
All the sky waitresses embrace that they are kind of wet
We place bets as to when we hit that sonic boom
I make my way across the plane to the gin and tonic room
I saunter through acting fat and sassy
Lactose intolerant so gassy give you acne
And can't we just act civilized until we're down
Your mother's on the wing of the plane she's a killer klown

Your mother's a space clown, Your mother's a space clown
She hit you with a cosmic cream pie now you're face down
Your mother's a space clown, Your mother's a space clown
She hit you with a cosmic cream pie now you're face down

Wrap me up in yummy cotton candy
I'm a mummy give me rotten handies
Plan B would never be needed
There's zero chance you'll ever be seeded
And Speed is my favorite Keanu movie
I remade the matrix and Keanu sued me
But such is life c'est la vie
I blow my load and spray on thee
Get cream pied then I'll get you wet with my squirting flower
Prior to that we'd have been flirting for hours
I take showers after I drill you down
Your mother is my favorite because she's a killer klown

Your mother's a space clown, Your mother's a space clown
She hit you with a cosmic cream pie now you're face down
Your mother's a space clown, Your mother's a space clown
She hit you with a cosmic cream pie now you're face down

Round we go on the merry go round
I don't like your face it's scary like clowns
I wear the crown because I'm queen of the carnival
I eat giant turkey legs I'm mean like a carnivore
I starve for vore I want to swallow you whole
I don't chase the white rabbit I'd rather follow the mole
I get real swole do you even lift
I've got swag when I walk from my uneven hips
I've seen your tits it's looking like whoopee cushions
With chocolate chip nips you're cookie pushin'
And dipped in pudding cream filler mounds
You take after your mother you're a killer klown

Your mother's a space clown, Your mother's a space clown
She hit you with a cosmic cream pie now you're face down
Your mother's a space clown, Your mother's a space clown
She hit you with a cosmic cream pie now you're face down
Your mother's a space clown, Your mother's a space clown
She hit you with a cosmic cream pie now you're face down
Your mother's a space clown, Your mother's a space clown
She hit you with a cosmic cream pie now you're face down

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