Bitching like wart hog, playing like a dead dog
Burning like a brick log, someone's going to get robbed.
Thin like a nose job, hard like a corn cob
Bring the fucking lynch mob, give them all a blow job.

Don't fucking judge me, plant your own peach trees
Running from a shopping spree, turn into a buzzy bee.
I'm counting all my cloud kills, eating all my piss pills
Crusty old milk spill, wishing I could wish still.
(One) Don't fucking touch me, (Two) don't fucking hug me
(Three) Don't fucking punch me, you don't fucking love me.
I'm smashing all the alto-stratus, hogging all the street status
Acting like a super bad ass, cloudy mornings make me mad as

Cloudsmasher
Hold your breath, breath, make a bet, bet
Cloudsmasher
Hold your breath, breath, make a bet, bet.


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