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gotta go slow
gotta go slow
pig without wings
is just another pig
and a pr-ck that’s not hard
is just another d-ck
open real wide and in goes my fist
wasn’t that just so delicious
peddling backwards, great exercise
monopoly’s a way of life for some
that perfect car, the house, the pool
that f-cking girl from high school
the spoon, the spoon
oh, f-cking christ, the spoon
cutting lines
oh god, it’s finally time to party
dirty (x8)
delivery, i’m f-cking starving
sounds good, let’s get it going
bury me up bread and a rocket
expect no delays
topsy turvy
driving on the curvy
to the sounds of
mail boxes knocking over
help my aim, oh please
in a search, maybe
don’t tell anyone where i be
my sticky situations
hiding, i’m flying
i keep them
from you
f-cking motherf-ckers
f-cking motherf-cker
a pig without wings
is just another pig
and a pr-ck that’s not hard
is just another d-ck
nickles and dimes and pennies count
that’s like sixteen cents to go toward a bl-w j-b
know you’ve all been there before,
fell face first, god makes you fall from grace
sick, up late, don’t call me names
what’s all this sh-t on my face
the spoon, the spoon
oh, f-cking christ, the spoon
cutting lines
oh god, it’s finally time to party
dirty (x8)
delivery, i’m f-cking starving
sounds good, let’s get it going
bury me up bread and a rocket
expect no delays
topsy turvy
driving on the curvy
to the sounds of
mail boxes knocking over
help my aim, oh please
in a search, maybe
don’t tell anyone where i be
my sticky situations
hiding, i’m flying
i keep them
from you
f-cking motherf-ckers
f-cking motherf-cker
a pig without wings
is just another pig
and a pr-ck that’s not hard
is just another d-ck
smiling kids make me think
do i have the right
to swing from the monkey bars
candy hearts and lucky charms
where the f-ck is my delivery
at the playground going for a swim in my cereal
the spoon, the spoon
oh, f-cking christ, the spoon
cutting lines
oh god, it’s finally time to party
dirty (x8)
delivery, i’m f-cking starving
sounds good, let’s get it going
bury me up bread and a rocket
expect no delays
topsy turvy
driving on the curvy
to the sounds of
mail boxes knocking over
help my aim, oh please
in a search, maybe
don’t tell anyone where i be
my sticky situations
hiding, i’m flying
i keep them
from you
f-cking motherf-ckers
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