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Squish I have no mercy I'm on a killing spree I am totally ruthless There is blood when they die And I kill them with my bare hands for I have no weapons They come alone, or they come in pairs even sometimes they come in droves I am a one man killing machine I don't know where they come from They are just there, and they are silent After I think I've killed them all, they come back again some are red, and some are black And they are very, very small,teeny Maybe that's why I can kill them, one by one, by one It all started with a banana... |
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