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got ebola
I got ebola
Im bringing it back
i got in my backpack
for a lil snack
save it for later
to give to you too
you're sitting wondering
"What do i do?"
now you're kneeling
Spitting out blood
you got massive diarrhea
oozing like a flash flood
oh damn
is this song too graphic?
No im just singing bout ebola
cause i has it
i got it here
serve it in a paper bag
you're corpse is still here
warm like a toasty vag
oh vagina
No its ass suckah
i bled from my ass
saying im outta tha luckah
the lucky charms
is suddenly condensed
in my poo
yeah my shit is real intense
i got my eyes close
and im seeing red
the aftermath of ebola
Is life after being dead
Im bringing it back
i got in my backpack
for a lil snack
save it for later
to give to you too
you're sitting wondering
"What do i do?"
now you're kneeling
Spitting out blood
you got massive diarrhea
oozing like a flash flood
oh damn
is this song too graphic?
No im just singing bout ebola
cause i has it
i got it here
serve it in a paper bag
you're corpse is still here
warm like a toasty vag
oh vagina
No its ass suckah
i bled from my ass
saying im outta tha luckah
the lucky charms
is suddenly condensed
in my poo
yeah my shit is real intense
i got my eyes close
and im seeing red
the aftermath of ebola
Is life after being dead
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