[Chorus:]
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Put it on my wee wee!
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Banana, strawberry, pineapple, orange! [x4]
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[Verse 1:]
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Got a dick, it's as big as a banana
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I try to control it, but I can't.
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It's too tough, it's like an AK flip banana.
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You better watch out, Hannah Montana!
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Man, what's the matter? Have you no manners? (no!)
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You know the girl from Juno's address?
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Yeah, I'm a prob'ly go to jail for that.
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Now I got the cops on my tail for that!
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Run up on your car with a stale banana
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In your tail pipe, can't believe you fell for that.
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It coulda been a Molotov Cocktail for that.
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Wait a minute, man! What the hell was that?
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I heard a noise, where you goin'? What are you, bananas?!
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You can't go back there, stupid ass!
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I just seen a woman in a Freddy Krueger mask.
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Who the fuck are you, Superman?
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All you have is a little stupid can
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Of whipped cream what the hell you gonna do with that?
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I'm a put it on my wee wee. Ooh, good answer!
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A super bonanza extravaganza.
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Man, go ahead, what you waitin' for?
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You better get them clothes off, baby boy.
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Come on! Let's go! We're gonna make a porn!
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Ready, set, go! Hit play, record!
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[Chorus]
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[Verse 2:]
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Are you ready? - You better hold the camera steady.
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She's pro'ly back there with a damn machete!
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She's pro'ly gonna eat you like canned spaghetti
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She's pro'ly gonna kill ya; still wanna check, see?
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Have a little quick look? - Go on?
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She's pro'ly six foot tall like bigfoot, the hell with that?
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We probably should run, don't dare look back!
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We probably, probably, probably
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There probably was a problem at the post office or something
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But you probably didn't know that, did ya?
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Now what ya gonna do when she gets ya?
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I ain't goin' with ya, forget ya!
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Quit tryna hold my hand, mista'!
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Pretend she's your little sista'! - Little sista'! [?]
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Might as well take the whipped cream with ya
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And when you see her, make sure you get a picture!
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We could try to make another "Blair Witch-a - movie"
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A beastiality porno with smoothies.
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[Chorus]
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[Verse 3:]
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It's Eerie, but here comes Zack and Miri
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The "Beauty And The Beast", his back is hairy.
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But she don't care, they're attractive, very
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Very sexually active, very.
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No, Zack! Don't go back in there!
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It's too late now, she's grabbin' hair!
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He screams: "Bloody Mary!" - Grabs a mirror
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But stop just ain't in her vocabular.
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"Get off me, please! Get off me, stop!"
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Ballin' back at a coffee shop.
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They go non-stop. - She says: "Go!"
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He says: "No! " - She says: "Oh!"
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Back and forth, they scream and shout.
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Yeah, boy; let them demons out!
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It's the kinda nightmare you dream about
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Uh-oh! Now the whipped cream is out.
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I get sick thoughts. - Sick, sick, thoughts.
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The things you could do with your lipstick gloss.
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Put it on my dick 'til the tip looks orange.
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Bitch, keep going! - Bitch, keep going!
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[Chorus]
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[Outro:]
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Banana...
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Banana...
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Banana... [beat fades out]
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Banana...
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Banana...
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Wee Wee
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| Eminem |
