| I’m a pretty unicorn, hear me roar
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| I walk through the wall like, «Wheres the door?»
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| Further more there is no, further more
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| Mersey Shore shit, I care more about me hair then, war
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| Eatin' steak like a stupid herbivore
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| Committin' murder to the dilemma murder score
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| Rotten to the earth core, never left a flat
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| Plottin' for this world tour, went to hell and back
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| And alls it got me was this Lee Scott tee
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| So hands up like everybody in the 313
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| Trap cash rules everything around me, that’s whipped C.R.E.A.M
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| I polly with the team, skin clean like Ollie at sixteen
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| I sniff a noddle of christine with Christine
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| Then I switch the scene
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| 6−1-6 put the hell in Helsinki
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| Assigned meself to meself but won’t share the wealth with me
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| 616 reasons but I only like the Darkness CD
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| 616 reasons, my team won the league pre-season
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| I’m a sexy zebracorn in devil horns
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| That is not a metaphor, say it all
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| Tagging Devil gang, on Heavens cellar door
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| Rest assured I’m sipping so, rest assured
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| I just made a album but forgot to press record
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| Cross metal swords on my forehead of course
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| Just figured out that more or less, less is more
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| Found myself on happy land, I was swept ashore
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| My rings singing twinkle, twinkle, little star
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| Looking at my pinky like, 'Who do you think you are?!'
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| Kid of BLAH, I broke my killing jar
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| Get slow and sip it fast, so terrific I just made the holy spirit gasp
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| The same kind of jumping in a frozen river gasp, total different cast
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| But no specific charge, I totalled different cars
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| OBE like the ghost of Christmas passed
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| 616 reasons but I only like the Darkness CD
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| 616 reasons, my team won the league pre-season |