[Verse 1: KvP] I'm a twelve year old, prepare for gold You stale with mold, ain't flavorful You haven't paid your toll, now face the troll, But don't mistake me as a joke They slapped me on a plate served cold People cravin' to bite in my oozing juicy food Cause fecal lately finding on viewed on tunes and TV news They burned out! Just doing...Learn More