I’m more than two-faced, I’ve got at least eight, I ate some toxic industrial waste At an early age, causing me to go into a green rage Whenever someone utters the phrase fibrous dysplasia of bone I’m smash your spleen with a cell phone Then in the next second indulge in some Whitman or Frost I don’t turn and toss in my sleep, I eat the sheep I try to count My eyes turn red for an indefinable amount of time My partner in crime is myself, and no one else I take pride in my selves, when I smash shelves
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I’ve got at least eight, I ate some toxic industrial waste
At an early age, causing me to go into a green rage
Whenever someone utters the phrase fibrous dysplasia of bone
I’m smash your spleen with a cell phone
Then in the next second indulge in some Whitman or Frost
I don’t turn and toss in my sleep, I eat the sheep I try to count
My eyes turn red for an indefinable amount of time
My partner in crime is myself, and no one else
I take pride in my selves, when I smash shelves
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