Lyrics:
queue up outside my chipboard grotto And dump their disgusting smelly kids on my knee. With horrible howls, Their bladders and their bowels, They
slavery They wanna use money to wage wars, wage wars They also use our skin color for race wars Track us on our phones On little chipboards And they always
closed in tight Blocking out the yellow light Tear the chipboard from the mantelpiece Reveal the fireplace behind Kindle fire with faded magazines
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