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WHAT'S UP
I know my lyrics not the best you've ever heard
But I say what I mean
And I mean every *
ONE
Stick a little into their reminded tricks
But between rainbows you're looking * on their dicks
When you try to get past the main it
gets lost So I'm thinking inside the box
They say that we,
some of these bands,
have the hard FCD Even though we're weird these
bands would still not get enough from me Look at you,
blow it to the face
Just like a * credit card to my desktop So I'm like,
WAKE!
WAKE UP!
So now you're trying to get up, get slashed
Double threat, I pull the other one
I can't believe the games you're playing
I've no role that you've been staying
Up to do,
my legs break And I'm like,
NO! *! YOU'RE LIES!
Believe me,
my friends,
I don't want to work for the weepers I'm a thot with two legs,
so no workah
You've got the cheek to say that we're a cover band
With your headphones on and Gallows dicks in your hand
You sit behind a desk getting office all day long
Mapping words wrong through our metallic songs
Where's your band?
They say that we,
some of these bands,
have the hard FCD Even though we're weird
these bands would still not get enough from me
Look at you,
blow it to the face Just like a * credit card to my desktop
So I'm like,
WAKE! WAKE UP!
Jumbo must be hard to distinguish With only a GCSE in English
Jumbo must be hard to distinguish With
only a GCSE in English