| Under the Fridge |
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| Go to get my breakfast but I can't escape this smell |
| I reach down underneath there and I find my private hell |
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| Look what I found under the fridge |
| Wiped on my balls it hurt a smidge |
| oh baby |
| Under the fridge I found this rat |
| Under the fridge, oh yeah I dropped that |
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| Cooking up my breakfast but a bean rolls underneath |
| I rummage til I touch it, then I pull out human teeth |
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| Look what I found under the fridge |
| Wiped on my balls it hurt a smidge |
| oh baby |
| Under the fridge, bacteria |
| And a small black boy from Nigeria |
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| Look what I found under the fridge |
| Wiped on my balls it hurt a smidge |
| oh baby |
| Under the fridge a ton of dirt |
| Under the fridge, my bestest tee-shirt |
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| Look what I found under the fridge |
| Rolled in a tube then made a bridge |
| oh baby |
| Under the fridge a lot of hair |
| Under the fridge, this pic of yogi bear |
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