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Tossed up and down like the carcass of that deer,
Dear Jon Bonet, with this I know I can't get away.
See the cries of the millions of these little kids,
Say a prayer, and then send them on to pull their weight.
Its 10:05 and you're high,
But your kids at a place where the government paid to send him.
Work for whom, not you.
It's a free ride, grab your link card and meet me in the liquor aisle.
Chorus
You're inside my Litterbox.
This was all free.
You're inside my Litterbox.
You can take your socks off and I'll stick my foot in your ass, right.
Make a donation and that's your revolution.
Your children getting money for the sole price of laziness,
Your kid's dirty diapers are ridiculous.
Even the roaches got up and moved away.
You know why, man?
Can't you understand?
Chorus
Do you understand the consequence of being unconscious 9/10ths the sequence?
It just doesn't make sense.
Considering some words have more syllables than the last book you read.
Well, I'm dead in the Litterbox.
Look at as a paradox.
Seemingly endless and forceful and shameless.
Putrid in nature and raw on insight.
To believe in you would be a mistake, to not take you to be a god.
But, to be a failure, who has failed at being a being of the powers above.
To de-evolve in a society, of a majority, of flag raising popularity.
Hang your head in shame.
Cause you're the one to blame.
And then it all goes out and then it ends, right.
Take it down to the corner, down to the liquor store.
Grab your link card.
Meet me in the liquor aisle.
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