This is a song about "Miss horn"

The giant number who miss you

Watching for the cops that's moving through

Don't fuck around and make it true

Miss "you" miss cues and misuse one's menu

I say i put it so deep now she a cone head

Swerve swerve, fill it up, miss miss, don't forget

Word go get the bitches

So bow down to the miss.

Horn, the devil, extar pointed by fucking horns

And the headrest had to have about eight thorns

This my zombie circus, i hope the majors heard this

I knew for sure, that's the person that i'd always miss.

It’s a fucking celebration, bitches

What does "bully" mean to you miss?

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I miss my cable tv