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Ay Guys!
00:09
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Yo
We're just stupid kids and we don't know what we did
I'm not Lil Wayne but I'll make you go insane
With a little bit of this and a little bit of that
I'll beat your head in with a baseball bat
Lights out going in for the kill
If you don't think I can
I can and I will
Give you a piece of my mind like you would understand
I'll destroy you just as I planned
Well we don't know where we're going and we probably never will
So set your sights on me and get ready for the kill
Sit back and enjoy the YOLO
'Cause that's the only way to go
You only live once I was told that by my homie
But every time he sees me all he wants to do is own me
I've run out of lines so I'm losing my mind
I need to stop this just in time
Like when I run out of lines so you don't hear me shout
Fuck this, fuck that
We're out
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Yes
Devo is God
New Wave I play on my iPod
Yes
Robot
I fucked your mom right in her robot
Yes
My pen is blue
I like chocolate milk and I like to drink it too
Bosco sticks keep me up all night
They're so white oh white
Instrumental
Electricity is really cool
Unless you're in a swimming pool
'Cause then you get shocked to death
You will breathe your final breath
The Sensitve Nachos I came up with the name
Some think it's cool
Some think it's really lame
Sitting on my boat staring at the sun
Seeing noises come out
Green colored fun
Chocolate milk covered in cheese
Cupcakes covered with bees
That guys staring like "what the fuck?"
I think we might have run out of luck
Going far away to Narnia
Going to find a man named Jah
Chicken patties on my rooftop
I really hate them fucking cops (I do)
Holy shit we curse a lot
Fuck all the robots
Dumb ways to die
One way to lie
Fuck me
Fuck you
Fuck you too
A chicken is good
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I dated a mirage in a garage
I banged a table in a mirage
My French teacher was a Mexican
He smoked pot and dreamt of killing Americans
Don't tell me what to do 'cause I will fuck you
I saw an old mom over there
He had chocolate milk in his hair
Working at the chocolate factory
Buying all the Real Friends Tees
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I'm sorry if you think that I'm loser
But at least I didn't use her
I don't wanna be another hole in the wall
Of memories that has yet to fall
If you think that I'm just an asset
Then I don't need you digging through my wallet
I'm gonna burn it down and never turn around
If you don't think that we can pull through
Then I don't want you to be here when I wake up
I've had enough
And if you don't think that we were meant to be
If you think I just held you down
Then I won't have to be around
I'm sorry I wasn't the best
But I never said I'd be like the rest
I ain't gonna be that cool
And I'm sorry for you 'cause you're playing the fool
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In The Winter!
01:17
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Winter but no snow
My friends left me here
I have nowhere to go
Had no gas and no car
So I couldn't get very far
So I sat on the garage floor and all of my friends came to the door
Well, actually, no
That was a joke
I just sat all alone
In the winter all alone
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My foot is stuck in a boot
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I hate politics
A fools game played by dicks and pricks
At least it's better than a country chick
But both of them make me (they make me sick)
Some may fall for their cheap ass lies
But I see through them and I despise
The way that they rob us blind
And leave us all (they leave us all behind)
In the scene of the crime
Let the blood spill from those who knew
No one has the slightest clue
Of what or who or when they do
But who cares (fuck you)
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I don't see in color
I see in frosting vision
My Pastafarian god helps me make decisions
About talking pancakes and cat flavored gods
Only silent songs are played on my iPod
Crossed out lines on the grape vine
You can find him on the longest line
Boring people float in blue toilet water
All the time spent inside your granddaughter (burn)
There's really no chorus 'cause we forgot to write one
Gotta take a piss now
This so called chorus is done
Waterfall the frosting from the Oreo tube
Then go to Egypt and swim in the nude
Chocolate lemonade on a frosting sun
Hungriness makes the mind go numb
Dorrito's burning on a hot plate of clocks
Burning alive your conscience starts to talk
The information burns through the R.E.M.
Storming through the mind
The mind of a friend
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Take a picture
Snapchat it all
Wait until your friend hits the wall
Can't sleep on the ceilings
With a stick up your nose you lose all feeling
No one cares what you say
We wish that you would go away
(I hate screamo)
Put your phone in the microwave
Feeling whole again you start to crave
A universe deep fried and boiled to death
Hobo's smoke string cheese flavored meth
My friend once told me to fuck your mom
I did just that and I took her to the prom
And if you don't want me around
I will fuck your dad and take him down
Danny style
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A red tree
A bright orange key
And a rabbit stuffed in a hole
Silken to the bone
Dry exoskeleton
Corpse sell for a loan
The hawk cried
Majestic eagle died
Sammy got sad and sighed
No intelligence will bear
Unless you're standing there
With your turquoise colored hair
Paper spacious lines
With sea salted fries
Violation of your lies
Another day in Egypt
See you came to stay
Yet you turned the other way
What else do you want to say?
A fruit bowl filled with grapes
Grapes were the size of apes
Terrifying
Yet you escape
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The Sensitive Nachos New Port Richey, Florida
A rap/pop punk duo that started its journey in a high school cafeteria. They were active from April 2014 to May 2015.
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