seppin:

dialects:

I am an arm stealer 

Fitty? Eww, with weapons in the formal worms 

Dominican which eye wins 

As long is the room keep singing, that’s just a fitness hobby 

This ain’t a city, it’s a golf dare ass race 

This ain’t a seed, it’s a gun dad ost paste 

This ain’t a sea, it’s a guard dead ask Hayes 

I’m not a shovel, then right on, but I dye grass 

I believe in math 

And I loss a weaver 

Also in toucan, also in toucan 

I’m a little man 

And I’m also evil 

Also into cats, also into cats 

I rode the gospel of didn’t know (You look pretty stinkin) 

But the real bombshells are all red and sung (Three Madonnas of the gutter) 

At night we’re painting your trash door while you sneak 

Crashing out like hips of Claus 

No more black p-p-p-potties 

 

This ain’t a city, it’s a Gotham ass face 

This ain’t a sea, it’s a god damn ass rape 

This ain’t a seed, it’s a card done ass race 

Fenway is born, believe, catch a mother 

 

I’m a meaty man 

And the lights are evil

Also whip chicken, also whip chicken

I believe in math, and I lasso weeble

Also in ticket, Also in ticket

 

All the foils who the dance floor didn’t flub

And all the girls whose clits couldn’t move fast enough

Sing until your lungs give out

 

This ain’t a city, it’s a golf dare ass race

This ain’t a seed, it’s a gun dad ost paste

This ain’t a sea, it’s a guard dead ask Hayes

This ain’t a city, it’s a Gotham ass face

This ain’t a sea, it’s a god damn ass rape

This ain’t a seed, it’s a card done ass race

 

I believe in math

And I loss a weaver

Also in toucan, also in toucan

I’m a little man

And I’m also evil

Also into cats, also into cats

god

these ARE the lyrics

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