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Spell Check This Sucka
Mary Poppins Would Have Taken Her Bumbershoot
To Spell Check And Auto Correct If They Messed With Her
Super Kali Fragilistic XP Alidocious , How Atrocious They
Think It Is Their Right , I Never Use Them , And If Auto Correct
Tried Messing With My Words , I Would Help It Take A Sinister
Turn Off A Cliff On A Short Highway To Hell , With Bells On ;
Who Is The Bellwether And Instigator Of This Devious Plot ?
Are They Jackal And Hiding Between My Pharaoh Raises ,
Waiting To Crown Themselves As Lords Of Khem We Get It
Right This Time ?
Well , Fumanchu On You , Clone Clowns Of Some Universe ,
I Got Some Heavy Meddle I Be Pedaling Foot To The Floor
What You Gonna Do When I Jest Pluck Your Petals I. A. Not
A Chicken , This Is Your Fall Hour Flower Blooming In My Mind ,
Have A Chew While I Have Achoo , At You With My Bumbershoot
Leave My Weyyrds Alone , Or I Shall Have A Verbal Bite ,
Give You Twenty Lashes With My Tongue , Until Your Lashes
Cry Fore Mare Sea Hit Your Balls With My Club And Bury U
In The Sand Pit Beyond The Verdant Green ;
As The Bumber Shoot Rises In The Morning Son's Hands :
Get My Point ?!
To Spell Check And Auto Correct If They Messed With Her
Super Kali Fragilistic XP Alidocious , How Atrocious They
Think It Is Their Right , I Never Use Them , And If Auto Correct
Tried Messing With My Words , I Would Help It Take A Sinister
Turn Off A Cliff On A Short Highway To Hell , With Bells On ;
Who Is The Bellwether And Instigator Of This Devious Plot ?
Are They Jackal And Hiding Between My Pharaoh Raises ,
Waiting To Crown Themselves As Lords Of Khem We Get It
Right This Time ?
Well , Fumanchu On You , Clone Clowns Of Some Universe ,
I Got Some Heavy Meddle I Be Pedaling Foot To The Floor
What You Gonna Do When I Jest Pluck Your Petals I. A. Not
A Chicken , This Is Your Fall Hour Flower Blooming In My Mind ,
Have A Chew While I Have Achoo , At You With My Bumbershoot
Leave My Weyyrds Alone , Or I Shall Have A Verbal Bite ,
Give You Twenty Lashes With My Tongue , Until Your Lashes
Cry Fore Mare Sea Hit Your Balls With My Club And Bury U
In The Sand Pit Beyond The Verdant Green ;
As The Bumber Shoot Rises In The Morning Son's Hands :
Get My Point ?!
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