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Spitpile Lyrics

Looking outside, looking at the trees
and spitting on all those f*****' fleas.
They don't really like it a lot.
I just say "so f****** what".
Spit pile, spit pile, spit it out, spit it out, livin' in denial.
Trying to think of the words to say. Maybe its not my f****** day.
Blue s*** from my fresh slurpee
and horse s*** splattered on a tree.
f*** authority! Yeah, anarchy!
And this is what I do when my time is free.
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