I WAS WALKING DOWN THE STREET
TRYING TO GET OUTA THE HEAT
I WAS DRINKING A BEER
WHEN SOMETHING WAS CRAWLING AT MY FEET
IT WAS JUST AN ANT CRAWLING AWAY
BUT I WAS HAVING A BAD DAY
I HAVE TO TAKE IT OUT ON SOMEONE
WHAT MORE CAN I SAY
I FUCKING CRUSHED THIS BUG
IT WAS FLAT AS A RUG
BUT IF I KNEW WHO IT WAS
I WOULD OF GAVE IT A HUG
I WENT HOME AND HEARD MY MOTHER
WHY THE HELL DID U KILL YOUR BROTHER
I TOLD HER IT WAS JUST AN ANT
SHE SAID YOU MOTHER FUCKER
I TURNED INTO AN ANT
CRAWLED IN THE POCKET OF MY PANTS
MY MOM DID MY LAUNDRY
AND KILLED ME BROTHER ANT
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