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dane cook - obby lyrics

weve always had creepy people around; somewhere in your life theres
a creepy individual, and it starts off when we’re youngins.
when we’re youngins theres a creepy person.
back in school. back in the day… which, by the way,
i dont know if you know this, was a wednesday.
thats a little fun fact.
yeah, when you refer to back in the day, it was a wednesday.
take that home, chew it. its delicious.
back when we were little tots there was always that one kid in school,
that kid in cl-ss, smelt like p-ss. .right?
robby was his name. robby or obby.
he was an obby name… and obby didnt just smell like a hint of p-ss.
he didn’t smell like a smidgen of p-ss.
that kid smelt like he was dipped in a vat of p-ss.
like he woke up that morning and said, “woah, bring on the p-ss!”.
and someone brought on the p-ss.
i don’t know who would bring p-ss on, but you can pretty much
hire anybody on google these days ta…
just type in p-ss painters or something and im sure somebody would
come over and coat you down, put a sheet of p-ss on ya for a reasonable
price. . he would steal from the cl-ss.
he was a f-ckin theif. a f-cking, stealing, theif.
he would use his p-ss vapor as a way to detour you from watching
him steal sh-t from the cl-ss. cause hes a theif, a klepto thief obby…
he would always take my favorite markers, those smelly markers.
remember those? the teacher would put them out, everybody would freak.
give me the red one! give me the red one! (snuhh haha snuhhhh)
this smells like cherries. (snuhh) i guarantee you this, its like cherries,
but it’s a marker. (snuhh) give me the brown one; ill trade you.
give me the. (snuhh). cinnamon! this ones cinnamon.
the brown is cinnamon (snuhh). how do they do this? how do they do this?
but the black one always smelled like an -sshole, didn’t it?
youd grab the black one (snuhh) – what is that? (snuhh)
it’s a bag of -sses. (snuhh) im keepin this, this ones mine. (snuhh)
i cant stop guys, i cant! (snuhh) i just saw jesus’s eyes.
this marker has shown me jesus’s eyes!…
and even though this marker smelt like an -sshole,
and you just saw jesus’s eyes…
there was still a kid following you around – can i smell it? can i smell?
what does it smell. i didn’t get uhh. can i just uh. uhhh…
can i smell uhhhh.
and finally he would aggravate you till you were like – here, fine, smell it!
and when he leaned in you would be like – arrrggggg!
hahaha, nice face! im gonna puke blood, what are you?
what are you? arrg.

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