i got some sick six packs
i know that all you got is wax
you always change them cuz they always cracks
stop thinking your hard or ill pinch you the tacks
and maybe ill cut off your head wiz an axe
so put your head back and relax
i'm not trining to get rude, cuz all of this are just some facts! ! ! !
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