Twenty-five cents for a push up.
In the ice cream van.
Little children wanna suck?
The Ice Cream fucking man!

A cold surprised sugary treat.
Little kids will all indulge.
For a price you cannot beat.
Inside the button fly bulge.

Swimming high, on the top.
The top floor of the building.
Don't ya dare call the cops.
Or they're be a fucking killing.

No one guesses his game.
The kids all come to play.
Left his own kids fucking insane.
In this torturous way.

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Evil in disguise.
See through the lies.
Torture of the mind.
Evil in disguise.

Twenty cents ready to serve.
Deep in your pocket.
She is now taking a turn.
For this bomb pop rocket.

He cannot believe this happened.
Oh when the cops came.
All the happy minds laughing.
A small trip to his fame.