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Anything Can Happen – Souls of Mischief

Phesto:

Around about noon I got a buzz on my ringa
What a humdinga, what happened to tajais mom?
Uh gonna was some kid named ramel
My mission was to flip the aparrel, escaping by my coattails
An from thrifty,
Swiftly lift the ping pong balls in hand
I ran where I was most suspected to be founded
Bounded up my pals and snuffed the ruffnecks who buck tips
Hollow and follow and trace every single face
Then deface them anyway we could
Infecting, injecting,
Hiv needles might be feeble, but
We was not wit the consequences being much worse
A-plus, will adjust the plan to work with no quirks