I’mma make you my bitch / Cake, cake, cake, cake / Cake, cake, cake, cake / Cake, cake, cake, cake / Cake, cake, cake.
Lightning crashes, a new mother cries / Her placenta falls to the floor.
Now you get to watch her leave out the window / Guess that’s why they call it window pane.
Almost everything by Kanye
Lots of Placebo lyrics are terrible.
There's a lot of bad word strings out there.
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