Conform to the norm; obey my standards
Hate me like there is a consequence
Speak in flatulence so I know your lying
And eat a freezer of impossible meat to have a body with God
Be my icy warm boy man, I’ll be your hott cool girl lady
I’ll tell you that your cooler than me, and that I’m hotter than you
Come in a crowd of God Men who started as magicians committed to being as good as it gets going somewhere fitted, matching settings
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