An Account Of A Pedophile Lyrics

So as a young boy he always acted kind of strange...
No longer did he play with his friend little tony...
While everyone else was outside playin' games,
He'd be upstairs eating cat shit instead and playing my
little pony.
Oh Georgy, Georgy Pudding Pie...
Oh Georgy He's Always Starin' at the sky...
That Homo He's Probably Thinkin' Of A Guy...
Oh Georgy Used To Play With Little Girls Toys,
But Now He Plays With Little Boys...
(All Units Be On A Look Out For A Pedophile In A White
Car With Gay Bumper Stickers, Suspect Is Considered
Homo And Extremely Erotic.)
Now Georgy he's a dirty old man,
he smells like Vaseline and rubber gloves.
As he travels around New York City,
Promoting slogans of man-boy love.

You can't miss him he has a giant ass, he always wears dirty piss-stained shorts.
And he walks with a waddling limp,
because his ass is covered with warts.
So if you see him get your children and hide,
Because he may break in and try to abduct them.
But it's not his fault he's so perverted inside,
When he was young his mother took a sausage and she
tried to f*ck him!!!
Oh Georgy, Georgy Pudding Pie...
Oh Georgy He's Always Starin' at the sky;
That Fagot He's Probably Thinkin' Of A Guy;
Oh Georgy Used To Play With Little Girls Toys,
But Now He's Grown And He Plays With Little Boys...
Oh Georgy, Oh Georgy, Georgy The Homo...
Oh Georgy, Oh Georgy, Georgy Likes 10-year old Males,
Oh Georgy, Oh Georgy, Now Georgy neads cash for bail.

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