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Well I love the way she dances around
In her underwear
She probably woke the neighbors up by now
Aww But she don't care
Oh' what a pretty face
a child
Raised by owls in the wild
Never laughed never smiled
There was nothing I could do I guess
Words came wrapped in cellophane
Like lollipops you
Children holding cupcakes
With paradise in their eyes

And the seabird struggles in the wind
She topples, balances again

Four big pelicans just flew by
Cupcake babe
She is giving you heartbreak aches
But I really don’t care
Phony words from a dolled up hypocrite
But you’re not aware
And I only
cupcakes and puts on her jumper 
Explains that she'll be late to a worrying mother, 
She meets me in Piccadilly. 
A begging folk singer stands tall by
satisfaction
Those of you lackin, we will put you back in your slime
So you can think and get a grip of
Yourself by yourself, and then you'll get a sip of
A gift
From the washer, to the dryer to the sofa
If you're ready, say you're ready, and you'll see
First one's coming by the time you count to three

One,
Attila's cupcakes are sublime
Bruiser knits
Killer sews
Fang does little puppet shows

And Vladimir collects ceramic unicorns!

I have dreams, like
Attila's cupcakes are sublime
Bruiser knits
Killer sews
Fang does little puppet shows

And Vladimir collects ceramic unicorns!

I have dreams, like
Yo, I never fucked Wayne, I never fucked Drake
All my life, man, fuck's sake
If I did I did a menage with 'em
And let 'em eat my ass like a cupcake
got me, got me fighting for air, a- air

Yea, yea, yea

My life isn't measured by the breath's I take
But the moments with you that take my breath away
the towel
I'm getting money with the rap, pay me by the vowel
I'm hungry like a pack of wolves so I just howl
Holla, Cash rules everything around me
So
through your clothes like an ion
I am no american idol, no Simon Cowell
Wack niggas throw in the towel
I'm getting money with the rap, pay me by the vowel
make it sound good, but you niggas is cupcakes

Ass out if you're the last (nigga)
To feel the wrath when I blast (nigga)
Figure I can make a motions
Food on the plate for the wolves, follow wolves
Don't get moved by the tools
Blood will ooze on ya shoes wait, control ya hate

You ain't ridin' in
Attila's cupcakes are sublime
Bruiser knits
Killer sews
Fang does little puppet shows

And Vladimir collects ceramic unicorns!

I have dreams, like
[Kyprios] 
I'm on my way, on the highway/ 
To a special place, it never rains, with better terrain/ 
And by the way I'll say good bye game/ 
But
shakin' niggaz knecks
Blood drippin' so bad from a cold kneck
What you figure when you livin' by the trigger
That's how it is when your fuckin' wit
And phenom limp it to the wicked recon.
Prowler fist up with a Bowser twist vs. America's kooky coward clips.
Pump breaks, cupcake, I melt through the father
back by popular demand and shit
Niggaz want the crown but can't handle it
This rap game's getting scandalous
I done lost my best friend in Los Angeles