'My Trusty Steed,' Indeed!

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Verse:

Howdy, this is the unfortunate beast known as 'Trot King',

The dumb-assiest name--yes a whole lot of nothing

 

is what my 'master' brings to the table, the brainless hump!

Believe you me, if I could hold a gun, I'd give him the double-pump,

 

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the old twin barrel twelve gauge,

right to his groin, such is my rage!

 

Verse:

He keeps me locked in with piles of my own s**t,

and the moronic noise from his face hole he does emit?

 

You try listening while he sits on your back.

Let me tell you, listening to him, I could use a half rack!

 

 

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Chorus:

My good friend, "My Trusty Steed," Indeed!

My master's the king of the idiot-breed.

 

I only stick around to get me some oats,

He's a loser--that's what his name denotes!

 

Verse:

"Hey, pal, I got your trusty steed right here!"

Yes, my disgust for him is quite severe.

 

 

If he keep talking, it's time to buck.

Yes I'll buck him off, the boring fu...!

 

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