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Li'l b*tch
Is on top of the board
Is on top of the board
At the end of the pole
At the end of the pole
At the end of the hook
At the end of the string
At the end of the hook
At the end of

In the room on the board
Bottles all on the floor
Pull that fishing line in
Chop, chop, chop, chop, chop, chop, chop
Yeah
Nameless sushi on Monday
Not even chum is that mundane
Put that b*tch in a bucket
All of this sh*t don't mean nothing
No no
Yeah yeah
No no
Yeah yeah
No no
Yeah yeah
No no
Ya
It's the same as bеfore
Rotten the corе
You're such a chore
You're such a chore- uh
Same as before
Rotten the core
You're such a chore
You're such a chore
Throw that b*tch back can't go on the track
Throw that b*tch back can't go on the
It's built on bodies on bodies on bodies on bodies
On bodies on bodies on bodies
So f*cked, so f*cked, so f*cked, so f*cked, so f*cked, so f*cked, so f-
So f*cked, so f*cked, so f*cked, so f*cked, so f*cked, so f*cked, so f*cked, so f-
So f*cked, so f*cked, so f*cked, so f*cked, so f*cked, so f*cked, so f*cked, so f*cked
So f*cked, so f*cked, so f*cked, so f*cked, so f*cked, so f*cked, so f*cked