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You cringe at centrifuge lumped cellulite
As munchies speak of smoking legal weed
Your thighs may mill more locked in lycra tweed
Your trade off cameltoe if too too tight
You cant catch cancer waddling weed youre freed
A tax mans take eyes sharpen out of sight
Old nicotine just bridges building need
As weed and pension programs hit a height
So sweet you suckle massive homeless men
Cooked like eggs in daylight saving idyll
Chinatown slant stone pedestrian griddle
Youre bountiful mounds model citizen
Yes buy your burger but on the way out
Remember segregation halves a drought
Chorus out alien exterior