Two fat men were walking through the forest
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Walking through the forest
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Both of them in chorus
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Oh my god it's a tiny little native
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Tiny little native
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Thank god we found him
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We're just hanging out so please go home
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We ain't talking that loud so leave us alone
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Burn the huts and rape the women
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Show them how to save their souls
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Toss the sinners in the bonefire
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Teach them how to love control
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Cast them out and point the finger
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Blame them for what's wrong these days
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Turn them into perfect people
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Teach them how to love control
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(Control. Control. Control.)
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Two fat pigs were walking down the street
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And walking down through park
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And looking for some trouble
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Came upon a ratty little faggot
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Whiny little faggot
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We're just hanging out so please go home
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We ain't talking that loud so leave us alone
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We've got questions if you've got the answers
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If you've got no answers, we have got some questions
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What's got eight legs
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And I giant ego
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Fleeing like a demon
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Staring at his Jesus
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We're just hanging out so please go home
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We ain't talking that loud so leave us alone
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Burn the huts and rape the women
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Show them how to save their souls
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Toss the sinners in the bonefire
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Teach them how to love control
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Cast them out and point the finger
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Blame them for what's wrong these days
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Turn them into perfect people
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Teach them how to love control
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(Control. Control. Control.)
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Our Brown Friends
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Lola Ray |