annoying dads
sleepy sleepy,dad gots no binky to shuot his trap,
it hacks me down when he calls me a miller,
I'd rather be a killer than a miller,
when he me it shuots my trap,
but he dont so wont i stop complaining about life,
but it still not fair,
but do we care,
it's still something i can't bare
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