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Eye yai yai yai yai I'm stuffed Eye yai yai yai yai Nice pup Eye yai, Eye yai Eye yai, Eye yai Eye yai yai yai I'll never replay yuh Wore out my wheels while I wore down my weight Pour out the squeals hear the seal bout to break Wore out my wheels while I wore down my weight Pour out the squeals, hear the seal bout to break Retired is a word that I hate I go quiet 'cause I know how to think Skunk pliers are the tools of the dank Young friar is my new chicken drank Why you try and go and touch people Eight hundred sixty seven bald eagles Why you try and go and touch people Eight hundred sixty seven red beetles Where do you wanna be? Have you settled for the comfort of security? Letras de canciones Half-baked What a waste Out of shape but not overweight If you show restraint you can separate Asses, asses, asses in battle Die die die die die ya bad apples Asses, asses, asses in battle Use your face like a dumbass rattle My accent my glibness. A bee dipped in brass I'm stuck on the isthmus connecting my past A passionate servant when I'm paid in cash Don't ask if it's worth it. Don't think bout the math There's no complaining in the mansion You can't just do what I do I chuck my brain through the black Climb up the tree Shoot out the cannon Fuck her cause she reads Punctuation violation perpetrator is verified Ha ha ha ha Wanted you to know I came close to being another echo Don't have a soul But I'm on a roll Comfort in the words of a swindler Everybody needs approval One love in the holes of a savior Act like you're above them All the lives you're running Will you ever feel it again? Like you're part of something Worth fighting for Worth dying for Flunked out and flung from the front of your face wait I smell Sharon's pimple, it's the size of grapes I'm so splintered that my mind waved back I had cash but sold it for some soul I'm da wraith From Letras Mania