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Uhh… Yeah… I’ll swarm like the bees, if you touch my tree. I’ll just put you on lockdown, without a hole and a key. Irritation, a parasite, Yeah I’m calling you a flea. You’re an adult playing a teenager. Yeah, I’m calling you “Glee”. I play with your mind, while in motion. Yeah I’m calling it Wii. I got every single emotion except for “Happy” and “Pleased”. I’ll cut you down to size, From your head to your knees. I already eradicated the flu, while you’re starting to sneeze. Myself is like John Travolta, I’m smooth as “Grease”. I overthrew your government. I call it the Second and First Treatise. I took the entire war and ate it, So don’t ask me for a peace. I continue to survive, while your existence will cease. The hate just makes me stronger, like a God to its priest.
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