Intro: AmAmFD7
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-Remus:-Let's start from the beginning
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Adam and Eve bought knowledge
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For the small price of a little sin
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They also lost eternal life
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But what’s fruit without the pits?
-L: Apples don't have pits-
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I am the Duke and it's high time that I dropped in
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And since you haven’t puked yet
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We'll know they're wrong when they call you sick
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It's unicorn horns and dragon tails
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Roman's dull creativity
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If you want the spectrum a to Z
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Then you'll need a little help from me
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From unicorn xxxx to rats impaled
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I give these thoughts generously
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If you really wanna challenge your viewership
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Then you'll need to stop limiting me
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-T:- What in the sh t have I been drinking
-L: It's fine-
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-P:- It isn’t you, these thoughts you’re thinking
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-V:- Alright! You've got to stop this guy from singing
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-Re:- I love how hard you try it’s so cute! Let's resume, sure
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People don't like me much Thomas
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But that's only just ’cause I'm honest
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Good and bad is all made up nonsense
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-Ro:- Bro I'm gonna whip your butt!
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-Re:- Do you promise? Thomas
Speaking of honesty
Recently a snake offered me a morsel from a tree of knowledge
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He said you're wanting to be more honest
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And be direct, dealing with your issues
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No longer will you deceive yourself
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G#out the ugliness within you, NEAT!
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You wanna face facts I've got one
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Your late-night thoughts get pretty sick dude
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If you shared those musings with your friends
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I doubt they would forgive you
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Even though everybody sins
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Everybody Dies
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Why deny yourself knowledge say~
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Knowledge of yourself
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You don't need to feel ashamed with your dear old duke
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You need not feign decency
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You see this house on fire I see it too
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Cause you got a fiend in me
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So clap your feet and stomp your hands
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And dance off your booty cheeks
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You can then bed your bottom I'll still be around
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When all your loved ones leave
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Imagine with me!
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Licking the blowhole of a dolphin
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Your best bud trapped inside a coffin
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Your grandma chocking on a losinge
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Your pet dog stuffed into a sausage
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These sorts of things are only thought in
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The mind of a man whose soul is truly rotten
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So let all your hopes of heaven be forgotten
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Cause your head's not in the gutter pal it's in hell~
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Hell~
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Hell~
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The kind of mind you only find in Hell