I like to say stuff, it doesn't really matter what it is, I just open my mouth and I'm ok with whatever falls out.
My yackety shmack has a plan of attack
Don't turn around it'll get you in the back
Has a life of its own, my words can flow
Like a mighty river its on the go
You can plug your ears you can cry your tears
I'll be spitting out phrase for years and years
People try to stop me even try to block me
But I'll win the gold at any talk meet
A volcano eruptin' at the push of a button
Like a hair trigger it takes hardly nothin'
I know it's absurd, I wont be misheard
Put me on the spot? I can't think a word
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