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"Swamp nig her Blues" (A Country Song 'Bout Jonathan) [Verse 1] Holed up in his bedroom, where the roaches crawl and creep, Jonathan, the fat slob, a nightmare that don’t sleep. Every bite he shoves down, he bloats like a cursed hog, A mountain of greasy flesh, rottin’ in his smog.His mattress groans and sags, stained with sweat and crumbs, He’d scarf a week’s worth of takeout, grow fatter than the slums. With a stench like a sewer, rank enough to choke the air, The walls themselves gag on the funk of his despair. [Chorus] Oh, Swamp nig her, you’re a blight, fouler than a grave’s decay, Lurin’ girls with your fetty, makin’ ‘em your prey. With a bag of rotten promises and a sneer like hell’s own fire, You’re a slob of pure evil, wallowin’ in your mire. Swamp nig her, snorin’ in the filth where you lay, A beast in your pigsty, you got no soul to save. [Verse 2] He’d crack his door just a sliver, baggie danglin’ in his paw, Whisperin’ poison dreams to the desperate and the raw. “Just a hit, little darlin’,” he’d wheeze through greasy lips, But his price was their shame, trapped in his sweaty grip.He’d shove that bag on their heads, make ‘em squirm in panicked dread, A lard-ass predator, ruinin’ ‘em on his bed. Then he’d crash mid-cackle, snorin’ like a busted drain, Buried in pizza boxes, stinkin’ up the room with pain. [Chorus] Oh, Swamp nig her, you’re a blight, fouler than a grave’s decay, Lurin’ girls with your fetty, makin’ ‘em your prey. With a bag of rotten promises and a sneer like hell’s own fire, You’re a slob of pure evil, wallowin’ in your mire. Swamp nig her, snorin’ in the filth where you lay, A beast in your pigsty, you got no soul to save. [Bridge] Some say a curse fattened him, or his heart’s a putrid sore, Eatin’ till the floorboards crack, too gross to fit the door. He swiped a whole damn bakery, grew too wide for any hall, Now his room’s a rancid tomb, where the devil comes to call. [Verse 3] The neighbors pounded the walls, screamed, “You’re poisonin’ this place!” But he’s too fat to haul out, a disgrace they can’t erase. Now he’s stuck in the clutter, munchin’ moldy bread and flies, Growin’ viler and heavier, with hellfire in his eyes.In the dark, his snores rattle like a death knell’s wicked toll, A slob too big for livin’, eatin’ the world’s own soul. He’s still schemin’ from his bed, baitin’ traps with wicked glee, Jonathan, the Swamp nig her, king of his vile misery. [Chorus] Oh, Swamp nig her, you’re a blight, fouler than a grave’s decay, Lurin’ girls with your fetty, makin’ ‘em your prey. With a bag of rotten promises and a sneer like hell’s own fire, You’re a slob of pure evil, wallowin’ in your mire. Swamp nig her, snorin’ in the filth where you lay, A beast in your pigsty, you got no soul to save. [Outro] So raise a glass to the broken, pray they dodge his wretched snare, From the Swamp nig her’s shadow, his rank and toxic lair. In that room of endless rot, where the light’s too scared to creep, The devil’s laughin’ l