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Theres Mr Mangle

He was caught in a vine

He followed the leader

But now he’s flipped out

He had a good angle sleeping

With angel

She slipped into failure and

She so burnt out and out

Pound it out

Nail it down

Pound it out

Put it in the ground

Pound it out

Nail it down

Pound it out

So tribal

There’really no reason

For tribal treason

They speak of this freedom

As they feed on her lust and butt

Pound it out

Nail it down

Pound it out

Fill it it up

Pound it out

Melt it down

Pound it out

So tribal

Suck up to danger like an octapuss

Stranger

Pound it out

Nail it down

Pound it out

Melt it down

Pound it out

And put it in the ground

Pound it out

So tribal

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