There's a chance that it is Just me
that everyone is after me
all for reason's I can't see
My hearts as beats, the faucet drips
it's the pain of constant whips
I can't move, it freezer's got my lips
Unto windows, Thy brains i beat
run up and ram it with my seat
only than i eat spam of wheat
and iff, and iff the windows is
thy greate excape me think it is
insanity gone's with a whiz
Spam, turn spam to goes Jason's mind
to look foreword iss me behind
me iss to lives, me lives unwind
Dan they Spamm dhat intimidates ham
don spamm, don, me no want butt ram
white suited mans head hit me, "wham"
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