Bart - Rap | Текст песни

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• Bart
• Rap

Bart: Don't critique my technique,
I'm no geek,
I make the Principal nervous,
My friends can confirm this,
I'll but a spit wad in your epidermis.

You can trace my remorse to its super-sized source,
A hungry, hungry hypocrite named Homer of course,
My old man's pathetic,
Damn is his head thick,
The gas from his ass is carcinogenic,
Every day I pray his DNA ain't genetic.

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