Jiggle The Handle

Scroda:

GWAR, I bring forth the portal potty

Coming to feed on the shit from your bodies.

Your turds have more power than mere human feces

Let's use it's great power to recover the pieces

The Toilet:

Hey! Hey jackass! Yea You!

You got to love me sooo good!

Yea, yea you can depend on me

Depending on,

if my water's on...

if my pipe's unglogged...

Ahhhhh if you're water-logged...

Baby, I am the hole

I am your toilet bowl

I'll suck your soul

Just pay... just pay my shitty toll!

ahhhh.

Scroda:

Coated in shit I give all you desire

Mystical doorway swimming in mire

We'll use the plunger if blockage won't budge

It's a door through the plane of fudge

Oderus:

So many times I have found you,

still I always piss on the ground

Now that I can use you I'm gonna

stop fucking around

If you need shit, then I got shit

On that you can depend

I'll pump your stump, you fuckin' hump,

my crappy, crap-caked friend

All:

The Portal Potty, a gift from the gods

Let's pay it tribute and bury our wads

Beefcake:

I think we know what it's all about.

Jiggle the handle and watch something jump out.

Slymenstra:

I am a woman and I have my needs.

You can never really know just where

or when I'll bleed

You need my egg, I need your seed

But pray at the altar, the toilet must feed!

Toilet:

Yea, I'll bring ya some suckers for a killing spree

Just keep that fucking tampon away from me.

Slymenstra:

Take in this world, it's sooo beautiful...

Filthy humans, you're all so full of it...

That which you can't stand you can't understand

Speak the mystic words and bring forth a turd

you turn around into it and turn over to me.

Oderus:

Cross the river, leave the abyss

Give the seat of the toilet a kiss

Beefcake:

Each Virgin sacrifice speaks these magic words.

Well, Jiggle the handle, and call forth a turd.

Toilet:

Yea! Here it comes baby, I'm dropping my load

I'm ain't just on it, I am the commode! Ahhh!

Scroda:

The power of the toilet must never be abused

He must be plunged, he must be sponged,

or carnage could ensue.

If a dead sheep had clogged him, who knows what could arrive.

Maybe it will bring the Master here, wouldn't that be asurprise!