| Here’s a little something for the lost and found
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| If the mallon ain’t on, then we’re walking out
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| What you talking 'bout? |
| You can’t be serious
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| Cause we don’t even know what year it is
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| 2000 and 1985, on New Year’s Eve or the day we die
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| In a Ryder truck, with the trailer open
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| Protocol overall is lederhosen
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| Tell me, tell me, tell me, what you been doing
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| Soldering an organ from the '70's
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| Other hand harvesting the organs of my enemies
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| If in pursuit of feeder fish, he forgo any pleasantries
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| Bonfires eating into ornamental effigies
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| At a odd orbit, not a part of the public
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| Part of a mob forged in worn carnival justice
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| Trust, that’s what a playboy be on
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| One quarter straight, no save point respawn
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| Tell me, tell me, tell me, what you been doing
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| Gettin' Ziggy with it
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| Biting the hand that feeds Lenny and Squiggy with it
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| Lord of the flies with more eyes on his pinky digit
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| I am Bobby Freedom, and this is 60 minutes
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| Tar boil, coil with hood spread
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| Gargoyle then foil the good bets
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| Part spoiled and loyally book bed
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| And char broil the soil with oily footsteps
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| Yo the show’s gonna be crazy! |
| Yo there’s people here!
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| I know bro, I can’t even- I don’t even know what to do. |
| We might actually save
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| the alley bro!
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| Yo Wiz lets roll!
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| Fundraiser Concert! |