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Ay zing, I'm trying to let light shine without a power source
Felt disconnected from the world maybe some
Rats went and chomped off this power cord thats why I
Stay quiet, pitter patter, they can't get in how
can I let this and that, them zips n zaps go get me down
Ummm
Just snap back with Zingers!
A siamese triplet, razz edition hostess had to prenup
In this odd parcel optimal for Rowe 4900s
Lampin' here for 60 candy years a fortified bunker
This sorta type hunger could use some quarters in my tummy
kept it locked for so long nobody has ordered nothing from me
I miss social clubs now somehow we goin passatempo
Hang tight Zing, got hands for those that try to crack the window
Yo your voltage bolt a hazard vitro
But that time the worker's keys left in
The teens thefted and feasted on our dear treasure
Don't you d-d-dare mention the c section!!
Yo I seen 7 kids lick chops on the squad, I'm sorry, feel threatened
The real question you in the back wanna move up a dozen rungs?
I-I dunno we both ain't seen the sun a couple hundred months
Oh woah! I'm in the front? No wonder Ruffles used to love this
Is that my reflection? My dome spongey, is that fungus, yo!
Yeah you ugl- sorry, feel the energy buzzin?
I mean I see a couple's headed to the diner with a munchkin
I think they're onto us Rowe! Throw me back in the dark
My rungs stuck! But it's nothing we haven't a handled thus far
Jesus Lucifer I'm schooling mummies, these grueling Trumpies
Polluting their bar stools, excuse a simulative smug teen
The slug speed dating middle-agers, peek my sleazy father
Twiddle ignoramus thumbs across this business major
I must abort, flee the table flushed in horror
Hunched over at full greed, pinch the quarters in my torn jeans
Gushing to the spot where they shop the old sweets
If I do not get a pop or a choc' I'mma go creep
Ah, yes, the monolith of rotten bliss
But this bauble pyramid appears to dispense awful tricks
An ancient form of arrogance that orbits all its flawless glyphs
A pearly thick humiliation, hatred to the clueless patron
Ghoulish challenger to all these gifts I've cultivated
Wholly sacred sabers shaped from gripping with these rural dangers
What can I do? I'm a savior, entropy's delayer
Wrangler of life from death in all its implicaters
What was that? You think that's too far-fetched?
And is it safe to assume that you conclude my heart's bent?
Y'see I could rule the world, if not these appetites to quench
And so today I'm eyeing up the only snack left in this trench
Moldy Zingers...
Behold the foamed ogre king consuming trash along the seashores....
I glance at C-7, the guarded Zingy's fall
I descend empty handed, the machine beeps off