Pre-Skool Prostitute

By GWAR

On Carnival of Chaos

Released on March 25, 1997

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Pre-Skool Prostitute!

Pre-Skool Prostitute!

Pre-Skool Prostitute!

Pre-Skool Prostitute!

Pre-Skool Prostitute!


[Verse 1]

I saw a friend just the other day

He didn't have too much to say

He looked crazy, he looked insane

He couldn't talk because his tongue was in flames

And then he tried to run away

From some chick that was coming this way

I think I thought I knew who she was

Just a little junkie whore that's a big ugly scuz

I didn't have to go too far

Flashed 20 bucks and she got in the car

Tried to talk to her but she called me a fool

I tried to give her money, put her family through school

Cause she's a real tough mama when she wears women's clothes

Everybody knows she's got a bone through her nose

She's really hot

He's hawking snot

But when she gets home

Daddy's all over her twat


[Chorus]

Pre-Skool Prostitute

All the drugs that you can shoot

Oh

Pre-Skool Prostitute

A slave to the brute


[Verse 2]

I finally gave up, let her do what she please

Wouldn't have sex with her cause I got a disease

But she told a sad story 'bout a family in woe

She was getting fingered by her Daddy's big toe

He was the first

It was the worst

She came in a limo and she left in a hearse

She got to five

She's still alive

Better call the bug man cause your twat is a hive


[Chorus]

Ohh

Pre-Skool Prostitute

Ohh

All the drugs that you can shoot

Ohh

Anything you want little girl

Anything except my [???]

Ohh

Pre-Skool, Pre-Skool, Pre-Skool, Pre-Skool, Pre-Skool, Pre-Skool, Pre-Skool, Pre-Skool, Pre-Skool, Pre-Skool [decends into gibberish]

Tried to talk to her but she called me a fool

I tried to give her money, put her family through school

Cause she's a real tough mama and she wears women's clothes

Everybody knows she's got a bone through her nose


[Bridge]

You're barely out of diapers and you're wearing a wig

You might be a baby but you smell like a pig

You became five

You're still alive

Call the bug man cause your twat is a hive

Your naughty nanny

Your grumpy Granny

Rusty tire iron hanging out your fanny

Ohh

You little English schoolgirl, you


[Chorus]

Vengeance is mine

(Pre-Skool Prostitute)

Vengeance is mine (Drunken, drunken, drunken, drunken, drunken...)

(Pre-Skool Prostitute)

Vengeance is mine (Drunken, drunken, drunken, drunken, drunken, drunken...)

(Pre-Skool Prostitute)

Vengeance is mine

Vengeance is mine

Vengeance is mine (Vengeance is mine)

(Pre-Skool Prostitute)

Vengeance is mine

(Drunken, drunken, drunken, drunken, drunken...)

Vengeance is mine