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Cat Food
01:33
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Do I have any problems
Is everything just fine
Am I going crazy
Or am I losing my mind
I don't think I'm going mental
But I probably will
Because I've got way too much
Fucking time to kill
Am I getting cabin fever
Or is it all in my head
It's the best day of my whole life
And I fucking wish I was dead
My rhymes ain't shit my styles ain't shit
And I'm perfectly okay with it
It's the bet day of my life
And I wish I was dead
Did I just hear a noise
Or a hallucination
Maybe the best answer is
Proper help and medication
I don't think I'm acting strangely
But I probably am
Because i stay up all day and night
And eat cat food from the can
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2. |
Hot Pockets
00:31
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Microwaveable treat
Made from horse meat
They can't be beat
Until you try to eat
Hot Pockets
Fuck it dude
Hot Pockets
Technically food
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Duh
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4. |
Izo
02:15
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Are you human because you're brutal
Are you brutal because you're human
You've got a body and a soul and yet you don't
Why are you so brutal and
Why are you so vengeful
What the fuck are you so vengeful against
I know you're no sucker
You're a real mother fucker
You can't get revenge on existence
You're fresh off your cross
Show those spirits who's boss
It's an uphill battle but you've got eternity to kill
If a horse comes we kill the horse
If a human comes we kill him too
If a demon comes we kill the demon
It's too late, you're dead too
You fought the other spirits
You thought were in your head
The ones you met before they were dead
You left a trail of blood
And your sanity behind
Why not just linger in the underworld
No turning back now
You've come way too far
The answer's at the top of the stairs
It's all for naught
You found your proof of god
He sent you right back to the start
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One day, and we know that day is near
Some stand idly by some wait in fear
But I know I'll just be getting high
We all know one day Phil Collins has to die
We can feel it calling in the air tonight
One day very soon Phil Collins has to die
What good has he been since Genesis
He's not half the man Peter Gabriel is
When that day comes no one will question why
Phil Collins must die die die die
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I'm a loser
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7. |
Solar Jetman
01:10
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SOLAR JET MAN!
I've never played a game quite like this
But we are on the hunt for the golden warship
The situational and planetoid gravity
Both have taken a firm hold of me (cuz I'm)
SOLAR JET MAN!
I've got myself a fancy new Japanese pod
Efficient engines and super shields make me feel like god
I'll go to Chorlton even though that planet is ass
At least when it's over I'll earn some cold hard cash (cuz I'm)
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You cut me off
How dare you
Now I will
Not spare you
My mission is
Not just scare you
I'll end your life
If I care to
I'll follow you wherever you go
For you it is the end of the road
No matter how many people you tell
This is a Duel I'll send you to Hell
Haha you thought
I was in that place
You see the truck
But never the face
I'll run you off
The fucking interstate
Did anyone get
The fucking license plate
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You put Roofies in my Yoo-Hoo
I didn't do anything to you
Why'd you have to go and do
The Roofie-ing of my Yoo-Hoo
Don't put Roofies In my Yoo-Hoo
You suck
Flunetrazepan
I've forgotten who I am
Or where I am or who are you
Why did you Roofie my Yoo-Hoo
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10. |
12 Bucks At Taco Bell
01:29
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What do we do
After a show
It's 1am
Where else to go
We got 12 bucks
We may as well
Get fucking stoned
And Taco Bell
12 bucks at Taco Bell
You're livin' like a king
12 bucks at Taco Bell
Order one of everything
What do we do
All bored and baked
Mid-afternoon
A trip we'll take
We got 12 bucks
So what the hell
Take a high ride
To Taco Bell
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11. |
Charity Case
01:28
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You sound like an asshole
Shut your fucking face
I'd rather be hated
Than a charity case
You cannot be trusted
You can't be asked to learn
Next time you hit the pipe
I hope you fucking burn
You're just another waste
Taking up precious space
I know the real you
A piece of shit under a shoe
Waiting to be scraped off or thrown away
You're a one trick pony
You're a one note song
It's a fucking wonder
How we ever got along
I hope you understand
I hope I made it clear
But you never listen
So you'll never hear
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12. |
Cancer Baby
00:41
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Cancer Baby
Your baby's got cancer
Cancer baby
Now death is the answer
All it does is scream and cry
It's got cancer, baby no wonder why
All it does is sit real still
It's cancer, baby, now it's been killed
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13. |
Circus (Fuckin') Charlie
01:26
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Circus Charlie, Circus Charlie
You play as a clown and you jump
Circus Charlie Circus Charlie
If you never played it you're a chump
Guide our holy hero
Through the fire rings
Jump over the lions
Monkeys and other things
He's our Lord and Savior
So praise His holy name
Circus Fuckin' Charlie
Your new favorite game
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14. |
She's A Juggalo
01:37
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She wears her clown face paint everywhere we go
She don't want Coke or Pepsi she only drinks Faygo
When we meet somebody new WHOOP WHOOP is what she'll say
She may be a Juggalo but I love her anyway
She's a Juggalo
She keeps an ax in her car and one inside her purse
At least they aren't guns but I still wonder which is worse
She's down with the clown til she's dead in the ground
At least that's what she'll say
She may be a Juggalo but I love her anyway
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15. |
Liquor & Caloric Intake
00:42
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Just drink whatever you want
We're all gonna die
May as well have a sweet buzz
May as well get fucking drunk
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16. |
Stimulus Schmimulus
01:53
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I'm just waiting for that check to come.
The world is burning but I feel numb.
TV is awesome and outside is dumb.
So I'm sitting here waiting for my check to come.
I'm holding my breath when I go to the store
And they're still out of paper, like the 5 times before.
But when that check hits, it's asswipe galore.
I'll buy it all wholesale, it'll be a big score.
Just a few weeks til I get that sweet cash
Then it's Amazon Prime, Grub Hub and DoorDash.
I'm sure that this plague will be done in a flash
And we'll go back to life with our fat wads of cash.
So I'll sit on my sofa and watch the train wreck.
In my fortress of Lysol and standard-grade tech.
With my ass getting bigger and pain in my neck
Waiting patiently here for my stimulus check.
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