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DIVVY BIKER GANG
02:34
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You guys will believe anything except the important things
I tried to warn you but it's almost too late
You're hamsters on a wheel, what do you think you're powering?
You're supplying to the inner-dimensional terrorists
Follow all the breadcrumbs, you won't like where you end up
I'm exposing the horrific truth
Follow all the breadcrumbs, you won't like where you end up
I'm exposing the truth
The CTA won't cut it, they're not after financial gain
They're interested in the energy from your legs
Ghouls aren't taking advantage of an exercising craze
It's a manufactured fad, think about it, they created it
Follow all the breadcrumbs, you won't like where you end up
I'm exposing the horrific truth
Follow all the breadcrumbs, you won't like where you end up
I'm exposing the truth
The end times are near, I swear I'm right this time
The Jesuits have control as long as you ride their bikes
It's sickening, it's twisted, but so ingenious
Inner-dimensional terrorism at it's finest
The pro-health legislation suddenly makes so much sense
You're hamsters on a wheel powering your own descent
Follow all the breadcrumbs, you won't like where you end up
I'm exposing the horrific truth
Follow all the breadcrumbs, you won't like where you end up
I'm exposing the truth
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FOXY GRANDPA
02:52
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You're all making me uncomfortable
None of you understand the shame of having functional bones
But put yourself in my shoes, feel guilt every single step
Knowing inside you're a paraplegic
Sit in the corner and think about what you've done
Shame on you for shaming me for attempting to become
the person that I know that I'm supposed to be
trapped inside an able body
What give you the right to judge me
I'm not asking for a lot
Just a handicapped parking spot
Put yourself in my shoes, feel guilt every single step
Then maybe you'll understand why I gotta do this
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JUST ADD WATER!
03:00
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She licks her plate clean and gets back up for fourths
Endlessly trying to please her tapeworm
When the first tear is shed she knows what she's hungry for
and for once her smile's not painfully forced
She can't get enough
Cry for me groupies, express that pain you're in
Sob up a pool and let's go for a swim
If I can't have this then nobody can
If you are skeptical, just add water and watch me grow
Cannonball!
Her mischievous eyes expand three times their size
Her skeleton pops through lizard skin
The crowd's sad but their tears help more than they know
Every tear helps her grow
watch her grow
oh no
Like Godzilla but angrier smashing buildings
A respected sore loser finally gets her way
Cry for me groupies, express that pain you're in
Sob up a pool and let's go for a swim
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weeee woooo weee wooo
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The bikie bikers programmed me
I can't get help from the police
They've been following me around for years
I get no sleep, I'm constantly buzzing
Oh I've said too much but I'm just gonna keep talking
They're zapping my legs all night long
There's microchips inside me
I twitch at the sound of a motor
They're watching me at the moment
I couldn't make this stuff up
My hormones are acting up
Mom says I need a shrink but they'll just take all my money
What are they doing with me?
I'm laying on the floor drooling
for hours, I can't defend myself
I feel one in my tooth right now
Didn't you see that jolt
It's completely out of control
My chips are acting up
The bikie bikers programmed me
I can't get help from the police
They're zapping my legs all night long
I get no sleep, I'm constantly constantly buzzing
The bikers got me
End transmission
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