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This milkshake tastes like Rick Rubin’s sandals
I ain’t got no trophies on the mantel
Pop tarts and catfish
Do that shit do it do that shit
Before the show I had to puke
Churches chicken in the bathroom
I had a beer and some tasty cakes
Someone’s in the stall so I had to wait
I threw up at the party
Told the hostess I was sorry
It was a Tuesday afternoon
Ice cream on a night in June
I passed my driving test
Down at the mall bout to spend my check
In FYE and I’m nauseous again
It’s new years eve with my best friend
I’m always nervous around pretty girls
Under their thumb yeah they spin my world
Around the corner and I’m bout to hurl
I should’ve never went on the tilt a whirl
I knew you from way back
It must’ve been geometry class
They hate me, they point and laugh
A few years later and they’re smoking crack
Hooked on the glass
Gag reflex while I remix the rap
I got 2 cell phones 15 ringtones
50 inch tv in my mobile home
Trailer Park Boy you can’t tell me nothing
Find em at the Wawa selling something
They got the stick up kids
Twisting wigs
Knocking up they bitch
And doing bids
It’s all burning down to the cement
They’re after me I guess I must repent
I’m in the backyard bonfire big league chew
Everyone grossed out cos Steve just puked
Who told you to bring your cousin
I got that son of a 9 and I ain’t bluffing