On the low, low, back up flow, this the Show.
Got to go, go, yo, to walk, you's a dog.
To call when called, to fall, you's a clown.
And this ain't lost and found, and now it's my town.
Now time to bring the heat and bless the spiritual serm.
Say it with ur chest, finesse, this the Best Buy.
And all along, the Billabong, at the sound of the gong.
And ur shit is still bumping the same fuckin' song.
Now it's my turn, turn, and that's when you were.
And you see this delicate fur? Your pets then dead.
This the dead presidents, and now you look back to wig.
And no one gives a fuck about the sacrificial kid.
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