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I'm doin' this here rap for your safety
So all you kids don't mess up like me
And be disowned by your family
So check it, this is how it all began
I was chillin', eatin' some raisin bran
I decided it was time to get a tan
So I grabbed my scissors and then I ran
I forgot my house was two stories tall
I missed the first step and began to fall
What happened next I could not recall
I was impaled by the scissors and thats not all
I thought I could get some help on the street
I got run over by a ♥♥♥♥♥♥♥ Jeep
The rest of this mess I will not repeat
To help keep your lunch, I've been discrete
(box / the boxman / he's the boxman / he's the boxman / he's a box / he's a boxman / boxman / he's a box / man)