I walked the road
to my aboad
in which I live
in which I live
I walked a mile
I walked in style
to my aboad
to my aboad
Chorus:
I look in my fridge, what do I see?
An empty jar staring back at me
I pick it up and fill it with magazines
Its still there staring back at me
HELP ME!!!!
i'm having a seizure
check out my limbs
they twitch and shit
Outro:
4 onions are not a constitution
I promise you this
HAH HAH HAH HAH!!!!!!!!