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Imma Twerk On Your Grave

Imma squat over your final resting place
Imma twerk on the dirt covering your face
Rotting below
Putrid, hollow
Make no mistake
Imma twerk on your grave

Imma bring an 80s boombox
Imma bring a bitch who looks like Megan Fox
We gonna get down
To Crazy Town
Or whatever dumb white girls crave
Imma twerk on your grave

Imma raise your kids
To twerk just like their step daddy did
We don�t respect the dead
We dance instead
With our butt cheeks
Like freaks
Our asses straight misbehave
Imma twerk on your grave

Dear reader, take stock
Your sons and daughters gonna eat my cock
And if it gives you pause for concern
Maybe you should learn
To come correct
Cause I�m semi erect
And a bit depraved
And penciling in a time on my Google calendar to Dougie on over to your burial mound for the sole purpose of twerking on your grave