you can't cook
this is my kitchen
these are my knifes
these are my ingredients
i mean can't you lay off
i see you in the morning
i see you at lunch
i see you at dinner
hear me out
......i don't wan't you in my food k?
we don't even have the same dress sense
how the fuck are we eating together in the first place
your music's ok
.....yea for funerals
and if you shimmy right now
i'll shoot you down
i'm dying
yell
yell
yell
fat lip
yeah!!!!!!!!!
hospital again
i love doctors
they're so un-attached
they fix you up
take your money
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