I backtracked, stabbed at you, followed the tracks to a cabin filled with wooden spoons
Then a shred of lead ripped my hoodie in two
There's no telling what my evil twin brother wouldn't do
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The weight can make you trip, but you wont fall down
Accept fresh fresh can of broccoli
I can hate you if you are gawking
Unless fresh fresh can of broc
I'll be leaning towards a centimeter short of much
Back on top, but my blocks mowed down
Man I'm fit
Yeah my stomachs never touched the ground
But I'm courteous
Still keep it real with my nerdyness
14th's my birthday
Hers is on the 30th
If you were dead I bet this shit would bloom
Get a standing ovation from an empty room
Fuck your ass
I don't want your cereal
You can get your wig split back
I'll be the same ol' G
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