"Heh. Things are gettin' fuckin' heavy. This is my fuckin' Last Will and Testament." [VERSE 1] Dear Prudence, you fuckin' saved our lives, Hyena cult and the lepers with knives. You found us mothers, and not just one! Happy childhood with twelve fuckin' nuns! Taught me justice and how to be strong, And, gotta admit, fuckin' right from wrong! Pru, you ain't no second fuckin' fiddle, My fuckin' rock since we were fuckin' little! [CHORUS] Keep runnin' fast, start livin' large, Keep your light up in the face of the dark. Look after my boys, they'll look after you, And I bet that Owl Boy'll fuck you, too. Cain't go soft, gotta get more loud! Or ya may as well lie down in a piss-soaked shroud. You're the hyena gonna save the world— Love, your little Scuzzy Girl! Yip! Yi ha haaaa!! [VERSE 2] Dear Bonesy, you fuckin' took me aback, When we found you in a crypt with your bony clacks. Weren't no mama, just a feral wild beast, But a li'l fuckin' bony boy fuckin' chose me. Got my banjo, and you got my claymore, Know yer the silent type, but how 'bout a roar? Look after my owl, he's got me afraid, He don't know's strength, and this is his fuckin' crusade! [CHORUS] Keep runnin’ fast, keep grinnin’ wide, Keep yer skull screwed on fuckin' strange with pride I know you're braver, I know you're good, And I know you can do more'n I ever could. Cain't go soft, gotta get more loud, Or ya may as well wrap up in a shit-stained shroud. You're the boney-boy gonna save the world— Love, your mama Scuzzy Girl! [VERSE 3] AND YOU! Dear Dookie, you fuckin' bug-eyed bastard, If it weren't fer you, you beautiful bird, I'm fuckin' dead a thousand times over, 'Cuz you're my fuckin' four-leaf clover. You're the brother I fuckin' never had, And you could out-drink me, not fuckin' bad! But there's just ONE more thing you gotta do, But you got my sister, and my Toby, too! Yi ha ha ha! [BRIDGE] Ain't much left of the world, huh? Probbly just feel like givin' up. If there's fuckin' one maggot or one fuckin' turd, Ain't that somethin' worth fuckin' fightin' for? So listen up, you booze-soaked fuck, You're gonna fuckin' use that devil's luck. And earn you a place with me in the sky, Fuckin' stuck with jizz to O Rye Unn's inner thigh!! [CHORUS] Keep flyin' fast, don't fuckin' lose heart, Keep dustin' crops with pork rined farts! I miss you fucks, sure you miss me, too. And Zeb says "Hi!", if he's fuckin' gone to glue. Ain't gone soft, just got more loud, Forever pickin' banjo to a hellfire crowd. Now get out there and fuckin' save the world— Love, your little fuckin' Scuzzy Girl! [Outro] P.S. Tell that Bone Boy, he's fuckin' all grown up... He's fuckin' tough enough to keep control. So nut up, boy, and find your true power... Fuckin' suck on that spoon and swallow that Litch's soul "Your turn, Stripes! Fuckin' Bones with No Name!"
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