| I don’t have an opening, I guess I’ll go ahead
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| I’m Bo Peep, no sheep, just white dresses
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| Red tresses and white laundry
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| I sing a song to my zombie army, I sing
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| «Who do you voodoo bitch? |
| you can’t harm me
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| Who do you voodoo bitch? |
| you can’t harm me»
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| You can’t charm me, I’m a patrician
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| I’m singin' pounds in the trashcan, Kitty do the dishes
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| Singin' pounds in the trashcan, Kitty do the dishes
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| And I love NY 'cause there’s so many bridges to jump off
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| The backyard’s where you get dumped off
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| Lil' Kim wanna let the hive pump off
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| I just wanna drag you through the marigolds
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| And I just wanna preach you every parable
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| Wiz is black and yellow and I’m white and fuckin' terrible
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| I’m out in rocking chairs in front of Cracker Barrel
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| With a red nose like a character of carols at Christmas
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| I hear «miss Kitty, come here and sniff this»
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| I just wanna be like doom with it
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| I wanna kill a beat and resuscitate it in two minutes
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| No committee of clones to ride cock
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| And say, «LEAVE KITTY ALONE»
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| They’re Chris Crock to me
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| You don’t know why all the boys flock to me?
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| Bitch, draw your eyebrows on then talk to me
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| Draw your eyebrows on then talk to me
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| You don’t know why all the boys flock to me?
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| You don’t know why all the boys flock to me?
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| You don’t know why I get blogged?
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| You’re unable to discern if I’m the wunderkind or underdog
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| So fuck it all, I’m the wonderwall
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| I’m the one to call, I’m a slab of muscle under fat
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| And I’m in battle like a thundercat
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| I’m a thunder kitty, what a shitty little pun
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| But that’s why I need a gun, a gat, or something like that
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| I get bottles thrown at shows a lot
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| And, I think my body needs an otter box
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| I’m hot a lot, I gotta get some otter pops
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| I’m Optimus, I boss around the Autobots
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| And I bounce in my own crowd
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| I need to get the fuck out of my hometown
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| And I bounce in my own crowd, bounce in my own crowd
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| Bounce bitch, bounce bounce
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| Bounce in my own crowd, bounce in my own crowd
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| Bounce bitch, bounce bounce
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| Unable to discern if I’m the wunderkind or underdog
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| So fuck it all, I’m the wonderwall
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| I’m the one to call, I’m a slab of muscle under fat
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| And I’m in battle like a thundercat
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| Unable to discern if I’m the wunderkind or underdog
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| So fuck it all, I’m the wonderwall |