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Gotta mask on my face But this ain't no COVID 19 Eyes clouded up Sticky ick Ick he's green I look like a nightmare, I'm walking out of your dreams I look like a ring hair in my face sliding slimy out of your screen Walking on all fours Bend bitches up like Shane on the L-word Every time I touch that exact spot She screams out the F-word (Fun!) (Oh my God, this is so much fun!) You have a dirty mind I would never do that to her face But I love sticky buns Chewing on an ear, I bit of someone like it's gum I shoot out fungus spores every time I don't Sorry that shits dumb I'm just a dark man In a park man I'm Eric Cartman A fat piece of shit with lisp Have some heart man When you write your lyrics This is art man Go ahead cancel this Have some heart man When you write your lyrics This is art man Go ahead cancel this Chinga-chinga-chin-chinga-chingaling Dinners ready Finga-finga-fin-finga-fingaling Mom made spaghetti Dinga-dinga-ding-dinga-ding-ding I'm cold as a Yeti Pima-pima-ping-pinga-pingaling Had some cue the Confetti Chinga-chinga-chin-chinga-chingaling Dinners ready Finga-finga-fin-finga-fingaling Mom made spaghetti Dinga-dinga-ding-dinga-ding-ding Forearm tatted Yeti Pima-pima-ping-pinga-pingaling Had some cue the Confetti Pomp and circumstance Properly circumsized Serve the foreskin with some Cajun fries Then I rub my eyes so that I can cry Over empathize Do not ask me why Hi, I'm a husband and a father You can call me the Pops But I prefer the otter Why you talk to her like that? That's somebodies daughter I was just trying to make sure she didn't hit her head Don't get all hot and all bothered This is a dark little alley Send the big one first I send his ass back to the valley Chin like Pecan Pie When Harry Met Salley Chinga-chinga-chin-chinga-chingaling Dinners ready Finga-finga-fin-finga-fingaling Mom made spaghetti Dinga-dinga-ding-dinga-ding-ding I'm cold as a Yeti Pima-pima-ping-pinga-pingaling Had some cue the Confetti Chinga-chinga-chin-chinga-chingaling Dinners ready Finga-finga-fin-finga-fingaling Mom made spaghetti Dinga-dinga-ding-dinga-ding-ding Forearm tatted Yeti Pima-pima-ping-pinga-pingaling Had some cue the Confetti
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