That backseat smells like mold And the carpet is screaming That white trash honey Bet she f**ks like a demon Is that the reason Is that the reason Is that the reason I betray? From years of doing bongs And jerking off in my parent's place I'm just a-popping my blackheads In Freak Shop USA The sun rises on me All freaks go to hell Is that the reason Is that the reason Is that the reason I betray?
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