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[Werd:] Yes it's SOS Soon as we write the rest Yes it's SOS Soon as we write the rest [Werd:] I tax your rings like I'm Sonic or Tails Attacking with the Knuckles if the battling fails Bump you like Dale Take your shit like the reepo Closest thing Jamie gets to ching his dog Chico So people that's only on my space and bebo But not in the street Fuck your fucking ego Your shite like fucking Seebo Fuck these kids like peedos Your cheesy as cheetos man they just no equal They ain't the hard type Nah they the fag type So we leave their lungs pierced wheezing like bag pipes I guess we kilt up But still no cheques Not checks on a kilt or the ones in chess I want the money man check whose best Guess who heck man it's funny the text Kind of makes mad fun of the rest I won't rest Till your hands clap together like your under arrest Aus Songtexte Mania