Engage The Imposter Songtext
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He races pidgeons.. not to feed his family, but to fuel his fire, and fall face first!
A big blunt, battering his very skin.
Laughing at the imposter.
Oh shit! He's gotta great idea. Let's go accuse the step-son of stealing our beer.
Swipe the chair from underneath, and feel the power. Your toothless buddy loves the show. Don't forget the boot!
Glaring at the imposter
A big blunt, battering his very skin.
Laughing at the imposter.
Oh shit! He's gotta great idea. Let's go accuse the step-son of stealing our beer.
Swipe the chair from underneath, and feel the power. Your toothless buddy loves the show. Don't forget the boot!
Glaring at the imposter
And your 5 year old, it's her birthday. Dropped every last cent on your brittle nose.
Worthless excuse of a man. I'll wipe that fucking entranced expression, off your tedious face.
Enage the imposter
Oh shit, he's got a great idea. Let's go accuse the wife, of stealing my life.
Your 5 year old, it's her birthday. Dropped every last cent on your nose!
(Thanks to Brady for these lyrics)
Worthless excuse of a man. I'll wipe that fucking entranced expression, off your tedious face.
Enage the imposter
Oh shit, he's got a great idea. Let's go accuse the wife, of stealing my life.
Your 5 year old, it's her birthday. Dropped every last cent on your nose!
(Thanks to Brady for these lyrics)
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