| Gather around, children
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| Let me tell a tale as old as time itself
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| A small town sounds quiet as night falls
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| Clouds hang high up in the sky like tight balls
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| Observed in silence by the hero that South Park deserves
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| It’s so clear that shit’s about to get perverted
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| If you’re of a sensitive disposition
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| You’d better avert your eyes
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| This noble coalition’s only mission’s
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| Shifting merchandise
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| And nipping a bit off the top of the profits
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| As if they were circumsized
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| We like our gherkins sliced
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| Supersize the burgers, fries
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| And milkshake
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| Our balls are touching in an epic way when worlds collide
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| Observe the human kite traverse the skies
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| Presumably carrying some sort of irreconcilable burden that hurts inside
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| Like when a person dies,
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| or a deflowered virgin cries
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| This work requires a certain type of individual
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| Who’s willing to do things which oppugn what is permissible
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| Speak the unthinkable, even if it’s unforgivable
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| It is just irresistible to piss off PC principal
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| The fate of the race may soon depend
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| On a group of mutants who defend
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| The right to be rude, to be crude, offend
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| Who’s the crew in question? |
| Coon and Friends
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| To the end, it’s true, not imaginary
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| There’s no need to pretend
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| Superheroes are super popular
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| And we need cash, let’s use the trend
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| A civil war: Several children versus several more
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| Swivel on my middle finger while I do the devil horns
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| A cape and costume made of stuff from mummy’s knicker drawer
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| Latex is known to chafe, it may just make your nipples sore
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| We
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| vigilantes
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| , shift the ante
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| Shit hits the fan, poor Mr Hanky (hidey ho!)
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| You’re gonna need a Christmas Plan B
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| You’ve been exposed, we’ve ripped your panties
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| This isn’t a game now, it’s Jumanji
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| So pick a faction that’ll tickle your fancy
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| Then amp up the heat of the hell’s kitchen
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| Kids curse more than a certain Mr Ramsey
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| Sex, pistols, Sids and Nancies
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| Rotten, Johnnies, filth and anarchy
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| Swindles, Banshees
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| And out of date pop culture references to antiques
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| Superhero v. reckless trolls
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| I’m a super cereal breakfast bowl
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| You’re next on the checklist though
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| Getting cancelled like Kenny’s Netflix show
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| Prove the theory on who’s Mysterion
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| If you can’t do it, you’re a stupid idiot
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| Buckle up for a new experience
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| Like a boat full of homeless Syrians
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| I know this is serious
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| And it’s gonna make motherfuckers furious
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| But I come from the school where the rule
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| Is that anything goes if it’s hilarious
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| Mosquito, Toolshed, Tupperware
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| They’ll do whatever they’ve got to do if it’s a double dare
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| Mint Berry Crunch will punch you with sugar
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| 'Til you crash so hard, people passing by rubberneck
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| Fucking heck, such swearing’s needless
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| Like the port for Kinect or your penis
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| Bitch please, Twitch streamers
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| We’re real heroes, you’re just Dreamers
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| Sorry, that was a momentary lapse of control
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| You could say my state of mind is kind of fractured but whole
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| In that it’s greater than the sum of its parts
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| Just like the culinary arts
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| Or the sight and sound and smell of a bum when it farts
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| That was a fart joke
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| Hilarious
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| Although there’s dark smoke you can’t toke
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| On it you might choke
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| Only a hard bloke can face Professor Chaos
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| Or he might rip out your heart as if you are an artichoke
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| Shit ending, don’t care
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| Fuck you, Ubisoft
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| Pay me
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| Capitalism in action |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song The Fractured but Whole , by - Dan Bull. Song from the album Generation Gaming XIV, in the genre Иностранный рэп и хип-хоп