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chain I want ya neck I pull ya Spine up Best believe it's grease I'll get it popping like a Frypan Ain't got nothing left but I'll still whip it with my
cash that mike has Attack how fright can Frypan your sight den JJ pulling up no sidemen Top 10s what I'm coming for Bun it I want it all Get up after I
than Two greenish eggs over easy in the fry-pan And to accompany this fine taste we have Martian ham - pork from space! Now Sam, if you get out of my
to confiscate a reefer They're all pigs, smell of bacon Pull out my frypan, they start shaking All cooked cunts, I ain't fakin' Crack a couple eggs, call that
I've never seen Hawaii It's calling out to me Bananas and poi For me to enjoy With my ukulele on my knee Do the hula dance forever Play my frypan
‘em with acid tabs to drastic action Frypan hands with fingertips made of match sticks Salivate flames under the tongue, speak in flashes Ass wipes
You know the tale of the frog in the frypan Well I think I see several in there Are you with your elastic principles one of them? What can I do
'cause we put him on a frypan White man in my pockets Joe Bideo Smoke an 8 for Kobe Bryant Smoking purple lighter yellow She mixing pills in the back Now
Ha re joli ke skeem saam Bad bads tsako west side Frypan be the best night (Weight weight) I need a girl on my side (Wait wait) Ke tswere stocko sa
Frypan banana Ready Let's start Yay yay Yippee yay Cooking time is fun Who who is the chef Me me I'm the chef Follow my direction and we will make
stay in the dark Cooking up s**t like a frypan THC fumigate my chest until I pass out You don't want to be the one to make me pull the mask out Go ghost
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