Philly sweets. Two for five. Killing time.
Waiting for the final battle. Got the shakes.
Wasting Life. Killing time. Waiting for the final battle now.
Nose bleeds and psycho babble, I know it all too well.
The penis was from heaven and it went to hell.
It's past the time to think. It's time to kill.
And just know, I've been waiting for this forever.
Got the shakes. Wasting Life. Killing time. The final battle is now.
This time, it's everything you thought, it'd be.
This time it's Antman vs. Black Santa.
Like Clash Of The Titans and War Of The Worlds.
You stand for the lowest class, take me off your list.
I'm, no democrat, I'm a conversationalist.
If your aunt had balls, she'd be your uncle.
And, you just cant get it off your brain.
Give a straight answer, not today not tomorrow.
Come sit down. Tell the boss what's on your mind.
Shake it like a sickie.
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