Country music sucks the taint,

and there you have my chief complaint.

The main export of country stations:

emotional manipulation.

Awww, a balding cancer teen.

Awww, a Daddy, never seen.

Awww, a legless tard who drags

himself to church in peasant's rags...

Plays on words that make me sick,

nasal sounds from drawling hicks,

something lame in every song...

forty-seven kinds of wrong.

The "artists" should be bound and whipped,

their nipples skewered, their eyeballs stripped...

their buttocks kicked until they're bloody

their nostrils packed with plumber's putty,

their buttholes burned with bottle rockets,

cayenne stuffed in both eye sockets...

skin scraped off and tongue detatched,

peepee kicked and eyelids snatched,

head and shoulders roundly beaten

stomachs slit and innards eaten.

Out of time, I have to go

I can't pontificate no mo...

it was lovely, had a blast.

Country singers bite my ass.

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