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Mr. Squirrel is insane, insane in the brain. I just stole that line from a Cypress Hill rhyme.
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| You wear black clothes so you're poetic, the sad thing is you're just pathetic. I must kill you now Mr. Hippy artist fuck. Look at you there, you're a sitting duck. | |
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| Like jeeez man, I'm about to die. But I'm an innocent hippy man, oh well at least I'm high. | |
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Now Mr. Squirrel is gonna have to see Christ. He looks pretty pissed, so Mr. Squirrel better be nice...
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| You Mr. Squirrel, are going to hell. You killed that hippy guy and you killed him well. Now your soul will perish in eternal damnation. Dammit boy, this ain't gonna be no vacation. | |
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| Hey Jesus, help me think of a rhyme, oh well, fuck it, its almost time. Hey, I could give a shit what you say, I'm keeping my axe, and if you don't like it, then......go eat hay! | |
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Our sa story ends in quite a hot place, it is hell my man, it will burn your face. LATER YA CRAZY BASTARDS!!!
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| What the fuck did I tell you? You're in hell now you damn boo. | |
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| Umm 'scuse me sir, but who the fuck are you? I have a fucking axe, so who are you calling a boo? I chop you into pieces you stick figure piece of shit. I'll chop you all up till you're a pile of grits | |
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