SPAM

Yummy, Yummy, Yummy, I got spam in my tummy And I feel like spamming you Spam, you're such a sweet thing Good enough to eat thing And it's just a-what I'm gonna do

Ooh love to spam ya Ooh love to spam ya Ooh spam I love it so Ooh spam you're sweeter Sweeter than sugar Ooh spam I wont let you go
Yummy, Yummy, Yummy, I got spam in my tummy And as silly as it may seem The spamin' that you re giving Is what keeps me livin' And your spam is like peaches and cream

Kind-a like sugar Kind-a like spices Kind-a like, like what you do Kind-a sounds funny But your spam honey And honey, I spam you

Ba, da, ba, da, da , da, da Ba, da, da, da, da, da . . .

Yummy, Yummy, Yummy, I got spam in my tummy That your spam can satisfy Spam, you're such a sweet thing Good enough to eat thing And sweet thing, that ain't no lie

I love to spam ya I love to spam ya Ooh spam, I love it so Ooh spam, you're sweeter Sweeter than sugar Ooh spam, I wont let you go

Ba, da, ba, da, da , da, da Ba, da, da, da, da, da . . .

Sweet thing, yummy yummy Sweet thing Sweet thing, yummy yummy Sweet thing
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I am really looking forward to planning something big.

Or I could just join the army and wait until WW3 breaks out.
I want to start something huge
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Mr. Rogers

Boomerang, Zoomerang, Doomerang ... Up!

Be my neighbor

Looking back. . .child
And now I realize. . .fucker
How much you really loved him. . .child
This child's mind you hypnotized. . .fucker

You came to him. . .child
You really didn't know your lies. . .fucker
Now, his innocence gone. . .child
I'm that child you terrorized. . .fucker

This fucking thing that I know, it came to me from you
This fucking hate that I feel, because of you
My childhood is gone, because I loved you
My childhood is gone, because I loved you

Be my neighbor
Be my neighbor
My neighbor
But Fred, you told me everybody was my neighbor
They took advantage of me and then they took their turns hating me
I wish I wouldn't have ever watched you, I really mean it
My childhood, a failure
What a fuckin’ neighbor

But Fred, you told me everybody was my neighbor
They took advantage of me and then they took their turns hating me
I wish I wouldn't have ever watched you, I really mean it
My childhood, a failure
What a fuckin’ neighbor

I hate you, I will too
I hate you, I will too
I hate you, I will too
I hate you!
I hate you!

Be my neighbor
Be my neighbor

(Be my neighbor)
This fucking hate that I feel!
This fucking thing that I feel!
My childhood is gone!
My childhood is gone!

This fucking hate that I feel!
This fucking thing that I feel!
My childhood is gone!
My childhood is gone!

I will too
I will too
I will too
I will too
I will too
I will too
I will too
I will too
I will too

Mr. Rogers
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I’m pretty sure the elites are close to this.

I wonder what other technology they are hiding. Hmn. Brain transplantation into other bodies?
Is it possible to give Eternal Life?

(jews etc)

If I don’t get over the GED I’m going to be stuck for life. I need something that will end my torment. I need something more structured.
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Mother Earth, Father Thunder

My lightning conceived was I
The stars above became my eyes
Overgelmer flows in my veins
My hair the mist across the never ending nameless lake
By womb of soil, the moist of dew
Born when sun was high, the day was new
And the raven soared high up in clear sky
The lamb will speak to you, when your heart is pure
And you were made by

Mother Earth, Father Thunder

This heart winged, I am eagles son
Through storm and syite, untouched, it is pounding on
This sword, forged in fire and ice
The runes that trail its blade can be seen but by my two eyes

As if written in the snow, the lies, shall melt away
By the wheel of sun to cross the sky this day
Shadows may lay heavy upon the earth
But the truth, cut deep in stone, will last
Till the heavens comes tumbling down upon this world

Mother Earth, Father Thunder
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Cause it is almost like my other definition wasn’t approved
Do you hate the band Dashboard Confessional

(You know that I am talking to you)
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Atlanta

One bigass suburb calling itself a city.
Atlanta? That isn’t even a city, it’s the world’s largest suburb.
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