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Marty the Maggot, was born in a dead man’s eye,
In an abandoned building, between two vacant lots in Bedsty.
They took away the body after a few weeks went by,
But Marty didn’t care, because by then he’d become a fly,
He landed on a crack whore’s head, that first day out flying on his own,
What he saw on her filthy bed, made him fell right at home,
Her pimp had O.D.’d and died on the bed and turned as blue,
But just between me and you,
Life as a crack whore ain’t all it’s cracked up to be,
Neithers being a maggot, but at least you can fly off and be free,
Just like a caterpillar becomes a butterfly, by and by,
At least a maggot can look forward to one day becoming a fly,
Marty the maggot (now a fly) sure liked the taste of shit,
But a dead pimp was better, so he landed on his lips,
Marty didn’t see it coming, and in a second poor Marty was squished,
When that crack whore not seeing Marty, gave her dead pimp one last kiss,
Life as a crack whore ain’t all it’s cracked up to be,
Neithers being a maggot, but at least you can fly off and be free,
Just like a caterpillar becomes a beautiful butterfly, by and by,
At least a maggot can look forward to one day becoming a fly,
And all a crack whore can do is O.D., or get A.I.D.S. and die.
In an abandoned building, between two vacant lots in Bedsty.
They took away the body after a few weeks went by,
But Marty didn’t care, because by then he’d become a fly,
He landed on a crack whore’s head, that first day out flying on his own,
What he saw on her filthy bed, made him fell right at home,
Her pimp had O.D.’d and died on the bed and turned as blue,
But just between me and you,
Life as a crack whore ain’t all it’s cracked up to be,
Neithers being a maggot, but at least you can fly off and be free,
Just like a caterpillar becomes a butterfly, by and by,
At least a maggot can look forward to one day becoming a fly,
Marty the maggot (now a fly) sure liked the taste of shit,
But a dead pimp was better, so he landed on his lips,
Marty didn’t see it coming, and in a second poor Marty was squished,
When that crack whore not seeing Marty, gave her dead pimp one last kiss,
Life as a crack whore ain’t all it’s cracked up to be,
Neithers being a maggot, but at least you can fly off and be free,
Just like a caterpillar becomes a beautiful butterfly, by and by,
At least a maggot can look forward to one day becoming a fly,
And all a crack whore can do is O.D., or get A.I.D.S. and die.