High Fructose Corn Stirrups

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Bake my bread in your oven, invite me to your coven Let me stub out this log that I'm puffin, miss muffin I'm mcgruffin, crime DAWG on the scene and I'm known to get macabre even after Halloween The teen dream of escapist scenes in magazines ingest promethazine if you wanna keep your mouth clean I have weird dreams Cause I eat melatonin Mental landscape roamin' like a showmanship shaman We're country bombin ramen, dead poet Williams robin, the beat jus keeps on poppin with no intention of stoppin Most of my beats are accidents Most of my lyrics are also accidents My breath really smells like shit I need a whole sack of mints To counteract its belligerence In community college I majored in heartbreaking, i minored in lion taming While you fucknerds were gaming, it was the game I was changin with my words that be rangin from sickly silent to ragin Ronald raegan was a pagan and so too was Sarah palin quirky shirts with graphic bacon earn me all the gold I rake in The effort is painstaking but the pennant's what I'm taking when it comes to music well I'm sure I'll getcha body shakin WAH-AH
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