Hotline Bling

Phoney baloney bastards,

A match made in hell,

Selling shit like Starbucks.

If I didn’t know, I couldn’t tell.

All bling-bling without a ting,

All ting-ting without warning.

Fuck you to damnation, you toad slime.

I’mma gonna curse you till it’s my time.

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