It's in my blood with you, to be platanoic.
Fed up with the fast food, the McDonald Sub Sonic.
To fast with the state of the art bubonic chronic.
With my swag, you're hooked on phonics.
At face value, down to the wire.
This ain't Jim Carrey's, "Liar, Liar."
To cross the Tribe of Dan, your sol is on fire.
To be tortured day night, you stay lookin tired.
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