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that (You could keep that) Nauseate my hater he Big Mad (Uhhh) Good Vibrations I need that (Need that) Muddy waters I lean back (Lean back) Kak gedagte
way you'll ever stop But the way you behave it nauseates me And I don't understand how you fail to see You're not a fucking rebel or an odd one out
Infect and nauseate I see you salivate At a product of hate You are the defect Infect and nauseate I see you salivate At a product of hate You are
suppressed Consuming all their hopes Expurgate their thoughts, oppressing all, Nauseate with fright Hollowed shells of living corpses Pay homage to their art
through my life Violence, self destruction, imperfection Is what guides me to my death Take my final breath As it nauseates Incapacitates You Never ending
rubbish imaginable Mangled up in tangled up knots! You nauseate me, Mr. Grinch. With a nauseas super-naus You're a crooked jerky jockey And you drive
of rubbish imaginable mangled up in tangled up knots! You nauseate me, Mr. Grinch, With a nauseous super "naus"! You're a crooked dirty jockey and you
you on a shelf Your verbal masturbate Promise to nauseate Today I'll play the part of non-parent Not make a hundred rules for you to know about
you on a shelf Your verbal masturbate Promise to nauseate Today I'll play the part of non-parent Not make a hundred rules for you to know about
imaginable Mangled up in tangled up knots You nauseate me, Mr. Grinch With a noxious super nos You're a crooked jerky jockey and you drive a crooked
up in tangled up knots! You nauseate me, Mr. Grinch With a nauseous super "naus" You're a crooked dirty jockey And you drive a crooked horse, Mr.
up in tangled up knots You nauseate me, Mr. Grinch With a nauseous super "naus" You're a crooked dirty jockey And you drive a crooked horse, Mr.
masturbate Promise to nauseate Today I'll play the part of non-parent Not make a hundred rules For you to know about yourself Not lie and make you believe
who remains, leaning pensively against bulwark.) DIALOGUE (Enter Jospehine from cabin) Josephine. It is useless — Sir Joseph's attentions nauseate
Mangled-up in tangled-up knots You nauseate me, Mr. Grinch With a nauseous super naus You're a crooked jerky jockey And you drive a crooked hoss Mr.
Grinch. The three words that best describe you, Are, and I quote: "Stink. Stank. Stunk." You nauseate me, Mr Grinch With a noxious super nos You're
Grinch. The three words that best describe you, Are, and I quote: "Stink. Stank. Stunk." You nauseate me, Mr Grinch With a noxious super nos You're
grinch The three best words that best Describe you are as follows and I quote: Stink! Stank! Stunk! You nauseate me, Mr grinch With a noxious super nos
of deplorable rubbish imaginable Mangled-up in tangled-up knots! You nauseate me, Mr. Grinch! With a nauseous super naus! You're a crooked jerky jockey
of deplorable rubbish imaginable, Mangled up in tangled up knots. You nauseate me, Mr Grinch With a nauseous super nos You're a crooked jerky jockey and,
of deplorable rubbish imaginable Mangled-up in tangled-up knots! You nauseate me, Mr. Grinch! With a nauseous super naus! You're a crooked jerky jockey
word that you devalue and mistake) I can't breathe (for every soul you nauseate with what you say) CHORUS: You've brought this verdict on yourself
of deplorable rubbish imaginable Mangled-up in tangled-up knots! You nauseate me, Mr. Grinch! With a nauseous super naus! You're a crooked jerky jockey
in tangled up knots. You nauseate me, Mr. Grinch. With a nauseaus super-naus. You're a crooked jerky jockey And you drive a crooked horse, Mr. Grinch.
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