Gotta ballbat off the mallrat,
Fuck this place, a case of coldpacks.
Push the asshat, cul-de-combat,
Nanny's backside on the bathmat.
Swat and miss and hit the range,
Mother might not sit for days.
Otis' face has quite the stain,
Right on his face, run old man!
Guess the flu is not for you two,
Broken mirror, crack the Roku,
Got my sight, align the clear view,
Now I traumatize the nephew.
Guess he knew to stay away,
Fuck with bees another day.
Motherfucker almost tried to sting my face,
Run, old man, run! Run! Run! RUN! RUN! RUN! RUN!!
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