[Intro Double] When ever you think about something too much And get your panties up in a bunch Just remeber were out for lunch This is the song of the Corny Bunch [Verse 1 Double] Midnight, rolls around everyone is money hungry The air, is so damn buggy Mason stands on his trailler roof Sharpening his knives on an old hoof You may think hes trouble but hes not planning to kill He just cut up a gill Hes a shark fisherman, but one not to fuck with Now whenever you listen you make think its a myth But Mason here doesnt like humans the girrafe porn is the best But at the end of the day he will permanatly rest [Verse 2 Double] With Murder in his eyes Greg, is within the prize Sineging all his clothes Kicking fuckers, to learn the ropes Thinking, high and mighty Bullets flying, like fethers lightly Mr. Corny, killed his son You may think hes almost done But nope, there goes his wife Now your think, whos life? Will he take next, like Slim Shady Wants lunges coughed up And will drink em, out his cup Mason, was rich But Greg, killed that bitch Three more lives, millionaire Takes your money, billionaire Does Shroomes, like Super Mario And fucks up pooh, and Eeor Killing cartoons, is his life Fuck guns, hell use a knife The first single Hes now to mingle But its cancelled, drink it up Jumps up, yells BLUUUP! Now look behind you, there he is But that blood, its all his Smooking crack, but it kills Now hes too old, to fuck with pills
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