Rappy McRapperson - So Punk Rock Like Avra Laveeeen lyrics

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Rappy McRapperson - So Punk Rock Like Avra Laveeeen lyrics

[Intro] Ooh, E-oh yeah Amway Arena, Ooh Yeah [Chorus] So punk rock like Avril Lavigne Leave that mosh pit sparkling So hood like Justin Bieber So hood like Justin Bieber So punk rock like Avril Lavigne Leave that mosh pit sparkling So hood like Justin Bieber Amway Arena [Verse 1] Hey you, you can be my girlfriend And s** dick for money My lips are tired honey Wake up in the morning feeling like P. Diddy And went to sleep an hour later feeling sh**ty I have AIDS I got f**ing AIDS AIDS, AIDS, AIDS, AIDS AIDS, AIDS, AIDS, AIDS AIDS (AIDS) There's a punk rock party at the Amway Arena Mixed with street knowledge that you learned from Justin Bieber So back up, back up, I need a lot of room These fart sound effects need auto-tune I'm a punk rock zombie Draped in Abercrombie Selling out shows with a scheme so Ponzie Auto-tune washing, vocals in the laundry Auto-tune wieners, Amway Arena Auto-tune that mosh pit, it sparkles when you wash it Hamburgers and hedgehogs, they're both so sonic Justin Bieber, you're so hood, don't murder me I don't want to die today I'll have your money by this Friday I got a plan with the auto-tune So back up dude, I need a lot of room To auto-tune everything, everything, wash cleaner Auto-tune hepatitis, auto-tune gonnhorea Mosh pits with the cleaner sparkles, wash it Listerine and gargle, squeeze the charcoal [Chorus] [Verse 2] Hamburgers and hedgehogs, they're both so sonic An old man dies in a plane crash, it's so ironic A little too ironic I think Hamburgers and panthers, I like them both so pink I sat down and sent Justin Bieber a letter Asking him if we can be best friends forever With no reply, contemplating suicide Spooky spirit in your ears, when you hear it don't fear it It's the breath of sweet lovely d**h, yes But may I please request one last caress Cell phone camera for ladies dresses followed by violence so senseless Young and restless, on the guest list, let me rub on that chestise A confessment, to the J who blesses (praise the J Look up in the sky I don't want to die Just a couple last caresses, that is what my last request is Now who's gonna clean up all of the messes? [Chorus]

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