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Julia Stiles, I got |
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Julia Stiles, I got |
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Hello matey it's me, the so shapely overweighty fat fuck |
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I'm ice-cream cone crazy |
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Oreo tasting, my father don't praise me |
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With a beach ball gut like I carry my own baby |
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Skin so flakey like a painting in the Louvre (true) |
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Socially awkward, I'm strange and I'm aloof |
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They made me in a petrie dish, raised me in a tube |
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Now I'm driving round the city with a lady in my boot (let me out) |
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Innately I'm frustrating, just a vacant kinda dude |
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Go walking like I'm Walter, wake up naked in a fugue |
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Too many buegs and I'm slower than the YouTube sloth |
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Want to fuck with me? You do not |
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I'm fat, you should see me with my muumuu off |
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Now rappers want to kiss me where my do-do was |
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See I smuggled in some googs in my Fubu socks |
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Catch me going fucking mental in a Bluejuice mosh |
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Julia Stiles, I got |
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Julia Stiles, I got |
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Julia Stiles, I got |
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(So I can go on?) |
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It's the fat fuck boy with the flabby gut |
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Breathing down the phone, you're like go away, I'm hanging up |
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But can he bust quicker than a junkie with his bally up |
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Been days since smacking up, don't even get me angry, punk |
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See I'm frustrating myself to be around me |
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I'm like a twelvie towny, a real freaking downy |
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Found me in your driveway, just tryna key your Audi |
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Wake up crying in a sweat from a dream of Bieber drowning |
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Astoundingly disgusting, there's really nothing there |
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In my brain, so deranged, I feel pain punching air |
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Cause I can't mow the lawn and the neighbours love to stare |
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And my dad's like, "yeah, you gotta grow a fucking pair" |
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And my life is Solitaire but I'm too dumb for cards |
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Too hyper for Monopoly, I'm too drunk for bars |
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More obese than Toadie, got a humongous arse |
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Tryna fuck all the time like I'm Susan and Karl |
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I hate the way you talk to me, and the way you cut your hair |
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I hate the way you drive my car, I hate it when you stare |
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I hate your big dumb combat boots and the way you read my mind |
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I hate you so much it makes me sick, it even makes me rhyme |
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I hate it, I hate the way you're always right, I hate it when you lie |
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I hate it when you make me laugh, even worse when you make me cry |
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I hate it when you're not around, and the fact that you didn't call |
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But mostly I hate the way I don't hate you, not even close |
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Not even a little bit, not even at all |
