Rocket Ship Baby, On the Tree Top

“Rocket ship Baby, on the Tree Top/When you grow up, don’t trust no fucking cops,” he sang to his new son.

“Don’t sing him that,” she said to her husband.

“Why not?” he asked.

“Because I said so.  Can’t you act like you have some sense?  Around our son?  I mean, really?”

“How about this?  Go to sleep/Go to sleep/Go to sleep you little bastard…”

“Give him to me.” The husband lifted the boy high in the air.

“Mommy likes to eat out lambs/Eat out lambs/Eat out lambs.  Mommy likes to eat out lambs/because she’s a homo.”

“I hate you.”

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Title by: Boogie
Story by: Jarvis

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