Fiddlin With Riddlin
Ladies and Gentlemen,
Can you feel the adrenaline,
This big regiment of my medicine
Got my skeleton jigglin like gelatin
Fiddlin with this riddlin, this wigglin
Its crippilin, when i begin quibblin,
Over scribblin, this high is dwidlin
Do you remember when
I would rip off heads of Polly pockets
Stick a knife in the faulty wall socket
And be hiding in my sister's closet
for six hours to her scream, "Michael Stop It!"
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