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Mother fake rap I'm 'a hit you the back chain I'm hot baby you're not poisonous Punk-punk-punk-pu-punk-punk
(Day one) A chapel and (Day three) The sun is shining on a perfect (Day six) A train that whistling (Day ten) And I don't want to see you off
We know the crunk Indie city choking Turn up your The song we play blow the speakers
Don't whistlin' To let them know what they've missing Turn the on The song we play will the system
(Day one) A and glistening (Day three) The sun is shining on a beach (Day six) A train that isn't (Day ten) And I don't to see you off again
We the most crunk Indie city chimeny-sweeper up your radio The we play will blow the speakers
Don't whistlin' To let them they've been missing Turn the on The song we play will blow the
We the most crunk city choking chimeny-sweeper Turn up radio The song we will blow the speakers
Don't whistlin' To let know they've been missing Turn jukebox up The song we play will blow the
No ones been, no ones The in that eye And it's under my skin Carrying, The lady back to
But should be the first thing No ones been, no been The I've been Building you cabinet
Burying Those as they're gasping But should be the last thing