Tytuł: Biscuits For Smut

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Served up in the backyard
  Cooked too long on high
  Flying out the window
  Even dogs have passed them by
  Didn't know she was tied up
  Better fed than forced
  Time to meet the protagonist, boy
  He never showed remorse
  
  Choking on the one thing
  His tongue had gotten too fat
  A barely walking dead man
  Seemed to know where he was at
  Drive himself to the airport
  Getting out of here
  Overworking the small town
  The law couldn't get too near
  
  Come on smut
  You might've stayed