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[Announcer: Angry Female] "You are a selfish, apathetic, insufferable burden, a backstabbing gossip with underdeveloped social skills. If you were a spice, you’d be flour. Your spoiled, self-centered attitude alienates everyone, and it’s no wonder people wish you’d leave." [Melodic Solo] [Verse] Can I bump my back and pull up, Be prepared to attract that last blow-up. I don't care how fast you show up, Because I'm going to pack your show up. And crack my bullwhip, so that you'll go quick, Like mow Diddy mow, now clown don’t stand around. Get off my grounds before I freak out and eat ya meats, Now skinny and stingy freaks, Be my beef-ground burger with some hashbrowns. [Bridge] I'm really obstructed by your introduced whining, All about your sucking lucky, Suck relucting to adapt To anything but what you think is the right thing. So gut-churning, your sense of self-serving, Egotistical—looking like a wrinkled testicle. Not very impressable, So get off my set-set, And will you please take your little bish reps and go. [Chorus] Can I bump my back and pull up, Be prepared to attract that last blow-up. I don't care how fast you show up, Because I'm going to pack your show up. And crack my bullwhip, so that you'll go quick, Like mow Diddy mow, now clown don’t stand around. Get off my grounds before I freak out and eat ya meats, Now skinny and stingy freaks, Be my beef-ground burger with some hashbrowns. [Verse] Can I roll up in my Cadillac, Ready to make you snap? I don't care how quick you come, Gonna leave you feeling dumb. Whip my wheels so fast, Make your head spin inter-galactic. Like a boss so flush with floss and class— It’s me, bro, awe—somebody seems spastic. Sad shyt, I'm about to whack back and dish slaps, I'm fabulous but redacted, Can't handle Mister Fantastic. Roll up in my Cadillac, I'm ready to make you snap. How quick you come back? Gonna leave you feeling— Whip my wheels, make your head spin inter-galactic. Like a boss so flush with floss and class— It’s me, bro, awe—somebody seems spastic. Sad shyt, I'm about to whack back and dish slaps, I'm fabulous but redacted, Can't handle Mister Fantastic. Don’t you try to step up, 'Cause you looking rancid. [Verse 2] Now clown, step away, Don’t you dare test my play. Get off my turf before I lose control, And show you my worth. I'll devour you like a feast, Leave you shaking like a beast. You're skinny and stingy, man, I'll grind you up just like some meat. [Chorus] I'm the beef-ground burger, Serving up some funky sounds, With a side of hashbrowns, Gonna make you bounce. I'm the meat lover's melody, Bringing the heat, So get ready to move your feet, 'Cause this show’s gonna be sweet. [Hook] I detest the futile actions that escalate the pain, I make the surface seem genuine, a captivating disguise. My deceptions pair well with nicotine and sweet temptation’s stain. Your examination, poor guidance, receives a mention in this refrain. Some social climber’s slick facade, so smooth, saile