Ahhh, the pepeloni
You know the pepeloni?
I always order the… the pepeloni
But without the pepeloni
‘Cause I don’t eat it!
You understan?
Understandable! Yes!
Ahhh, the pepeloni (ahahaha)
Checkin’ for the head lice, party with the Black Knight
I’m gonna make me heard
Checkin’ for the headlights, party with the bad guys
I’m gonna make me heard *coughs*
Fightin’ with my ex-wife, hatin’ on the wildlife
I’m gonna makе me hurt
Wild night with my chef knife, beefin with thе Five Guys
My vision’s gettin’ blurred
I tried to kill myself, fightin’ with my other self
But he turned the gun around and he spit the bullet out
I tried to kill myself, fightin’ with my other self
But he turned the gun around and he spit the bullet out
I tried to kill myself, fightin’ with my other self
But he turned the gun around and he spit the bullet out
Spit my bullet out, spit my bullet out
Can’t kill him
Can’t kill him
Clock stopped ticking forever ago
But if it stopped ticking then how would I know
‘Cause I never had foresight, it’s better than hindsight
I wait every night for the final skylight
The clock stopped ticking forever ago
But if it starts ticking I can finally go
‘Cause I’m really bored and I’m tired of this place
Can’t look in the mirror ’cause I’m tired of my face
Burn my house down, burn my house down
Sky lights up and the walls come down
Burn my house, gonna’ burn my house down
Sky lights up and the walls come down
How do I fight what I can’t see?
Seriously, this invisible man’s getting handsy
Drinking champagne, in my ballroom
All alone in the dark, so fancy
Burn my house down, burn my house down
Sky lights up and the walls come down
Burn my house down, burn my house down
Sky lights up and the walls come down
Sky lights up
Sky lights up and the walls come down
Gregory has been defeated!
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