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Don't critique my technique,
I'm no geek, I make the principal nervous, my friends can confirmus, I'll bust a spitwad in your epidermis, you can trace my remorse to its supersized source |
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| A hungry, hungry hypocrite named Homer of course,
my old man's pathetic, damn is his head thick, The gas from his ass is carcinogenic, every day I pray his DNA ain't genetic. |
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