| Well, I lived with one
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| Well, I lived with one, I lived with two,
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| I even lived with a third
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| I wanna tell you about number one
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| He was a miserable shitwringing turd
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| Like he reminded me of some evil gnome
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| Shakin hands was like shakin a hot, fat, oily bone
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| Holdin on for far too long
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| Yes he took me in, he took me in He said that I looked pale and thin
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| I told him he looked fat
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| His lips were red and lickin wet
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| His house was roastin hot
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| In fact it was a fuckin slum
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| Scum! |
| Scum!
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| Well then he hooked up with some slut from the same game
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| Black snow! |
| Black snow!
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| Cocksuckstress, and I should know
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| Mean and vicious, her microphone always smelled suspicious
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| His and herpes bath towel type
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| If you know what I mean
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| I could not look at him, worm
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| He’d be takin a shower and who should walk in He was the epitome of their type
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| Her middle name was Welcome, his was Wipe
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| Scum! |
| Scum!
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| Well you’re on the shit list
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| Thrust and twist, twist and screw
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| You gave me a bad review
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| And maybe you think that it’s all just water under the bridge
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| Well my UNfriend, I’m the type that holds a grudge
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| I’m your creator
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| I think you fuckin traitor, chronic masturbator,
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| Shitlicker, user, self-abuser, jigger jigger!
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| What rock did you crawl from?
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| Which … did you come?
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| You Judas, Brutus, Vitus, Scum!
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| Hey four-eyes, come
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| That’s right, it’s a gun
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| Face is bubble, blood, and … street
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| Snowman with six holes clean into his fat fuckin guts
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| Psychotic drama mounts
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| Guts well deep then a spring is fount (?)
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| I unload into his eyes
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| Blood springs
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| Dead snow
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| Blue skies |