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Correct Morissette Freestyle Lyrics
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[Verse] Twiddle thumbs, take a bite outta cuticles Decide on suicide over 9 to 5 in cubicle Like eenie-miney-moe, catch this tiger while he dangling So cynical, his silhouette is Anakin ending Return of Jedi (uh) Observation has died Details go unnoticed while the planet cry for Senpai Let's raise a fist, switch a pistol for nostalgic option I'd watch the news if mass attacks were with a Sock'em Bopper Nah, keep pointing finger at the real culprit Mental health bought a sickle so it reap proper New monicker for thoughts & prayers "grief coupon" Sex sells but death on sale, so keep shoppin' And by golly, everyday is Black Friday To these monarchs who all forgot to migrate Stick a post-it over webcam, we are not safe Check faucet for a wire and take Tom off your Top 8 They ain't playing it fair, good thing conspiracy in Like fur coat made of Berenstain Bear Uninspired till squat popped on a kerosene chair Struck match then practiced patience for that triple dog dare (huh) Nothin' cause more cacophony than silence Them thoughts you fought Now showin' off a cockney dialect Populous agree that politics are overrated Too bad new pumpkin frap probably pause that conversation Y'all vegans in a deli, quit contradicting Or I'll beat you senseless with a selfie-stick And to finish off this jellyfish I'll go for spine to fetishize irony of a petty bitch Y'all cannot tell me shit Rhymes with my saliva causing sudden rise in Celsius We get it baby booms, youth glued to cellphone screens I too miss when half apps meant Tuesday at an Applebee's But kids texting while y'all fracking for gasoline And covered that up with a fuckin' movie 'bout emojis Coinkydink? I think not, 'cause goodness me You catch spotlight, then like "We need another keynote Steve!" Hey dumbass, he deceased As trust in branches, y'all the plant that Seymour feeds At night, I write this chicken scratch By day, the kid a telepath Locate who swept the facts And catch a snitch like Eleven's last Quidditch match (uh) Brown-nosers stay sniffing crack And kissing cheek like they missed their chance for gettin' ass You want more than that?
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