Wow, not really a bomb car there
I'm not getting in there, huh

What are you talking about, you're not getting in there seriously?
You don't have a car and all you do is talk
All you do is open your mouth

Yeah but look at the sandpaper interior
And you comb your hair with it every morning
That's why you don't have any hair left

What are you talking about?
Look at how worn out the soles are
You walk all week long
All week you're walking
Rubbing your face on the ground

Hey, have you been hanging out with Colombo or what, look at the car
It matches your icy olive oil neck

Alright, go ahead, stop talking nonsense and play the music, you loser

Wow, I hadn't seen the radio without a faceplate

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