Paroles de Mors Ultima Ratio...

Hey, little Persian boy What's all this talk about size? Huh? I cannot read your mind Where are the polaroids? That bush, it needs to go Now, listen word of advice These are simple facts Your junk is merely that When your face looks like crap But first things first Are you uncut? What? The foreskin is the essence The essence of a man A man circumcised Is a mutilated man Hey, hunky cholo fat-boy Well, aren't you next in line? Yes We've heard it all before It's really such a bore But there's still one thing You can do for me Now, I, I didn't make the rules These are the simple facts You're nicely tatted up That's not bad for a start But let me see Are you uncut? The essence of a man is his foreskin A circumcised man Is a man defiled