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Gotta go slow
Gotta go slow

Pig without wings
Is just another pig
And a prick that's not hard
Is just another d**k

Open real wide and in goes my fist
Wasn't that just so delicious
Peddling backwards, great exercise
Monopoly's a way of life for some

That perfect car, the house, the pool
That f*****g girl from high school
The spoon, the spoon
Oh, f*****g christ, the spoon

Cutting lines
Oh god, it's finally time to party
Dirty (x8)

Delivery, I'm f*****g starving
Sounds good, let's get it going
Bury me up bread and a rocket
Expect no delays

Topsy turvy
Driving on the curvy
To the sounds of

Mail boxes knocking over
Help my aim, oh please
In a search, maybe
Don't tell anyone where I be

My sticky situations
Hiding, I'm flying
I keep them
From you

F*****g motherfuckers
F*****g m**********r

A pig without wings
Is just another pig
And a prick that's not hard
Is just another d**k

Nickles and dimes and pennies count
That's like sixteen cents to go toward a blow job
Know you've all been there before,
Fell face first, god makes you fall from grace

Sick, up late, don't call me names
What's all this s**t on my face
The spoon, the spoon
Oh, f*****g christ, the spoon

Cutting lines
Oh god, it's finally time to party
Dirty (x8)

Delivery, I'm f*****g starving
Sounds good, let's get it going
Bury me up bread and a rocket
Expect no delays

Topsy turvy
Driving on the curvy
To the sounds of

Mail boxes knocking over
Help my aim, oh please
In a search, maybe
Don't tell anyone where I be

My sticky situations
Hiding, I'm flying
I keep them
From you

F*****g motherfuckers
F*****g m**********r

A pig without wings
Is just another pig
And a prick that's not hard
Is just another d**k

Smiling kids make me think
Do I have the right
To swing from the monkey bars

Candy hearts and lucky charms
Where the f**k is my delivery
At the playground going for a swim in my cereal
The spoon, the spoon
Oh, f*****g christ, the spoon

Cutting lines
Oh god, it's finally time to party
Dirty (x8)

Delivery, I'm f*****g starving
Sounds good, let's get it going
Bury me up bread and a rocket
Expect no delays

Topsy turvy
Driving on the curvy
To the sounds of

Mail boxes knocking over
Help my aim, oh please
In a search, maybe
Don't tell anyone where I be

My sticky situations
Hiding, I'm flying
I keep them
From you

F*****g motherfuckers



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