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Clear for takeoff Wake up Put your head all in the salt And kiss good thoughts Away Put on your make up Hide your faulty awful face With confidence and grace Then hop back on the awkward race Ha best be on your way I done got my way again And no bust down or touchdown pass Could touch that I'm valuable Your foundation malleable I treat these coward kids like food When out too long I toss them in the dumpster What you thought I lunched them Chump Shut the f*ck up Punched them Crushed him till he crunched Then grabbed a brush for him Hushed him Bleeding cuts still warm I don't need you present or ignoring You can leave yourself right at the door