i'm feelin ritzy as i sip these, getting tipsy from the mint leaves
eating up rice krispees as I listen to the pixies
feet danglin from crisp trees, head buried a square inch deep
eyes filled with dirt, give me a hand, I need a quick squeeze
my mind's spun out like murderous hippies in the sixties
Charles Manson's out to get me, in a mansion where the vic' bleeds
wish i could wake up from this veristic little twist dream
i cry high-pitched screams as i try to stay at wit's ease
used to slit my wrists but bitch please, i'm better than that strip tease
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Originally Posted by Objective
Judging from those pics and the state you're in I've concluded with the fact that the world needs more Bodeys.
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