'he's a real cannibal.' she goes: 'i think I'll call him roderigo' Dress him up in darker clothes, sell him away Standing underneath her gun 'sit up straight or I'll hurt you' You know he's not her only son, just the strongest
'I'm the real animal,' she goes She wants to call me roderigo Tie me down with all her rope until I can't breathe She can't help but beat me down Into a brand new roderigo I'll slip away without a sound, into the air
Tied him down to her tree Stayed fit to name him what's he's going to be Tied him up with her rope You know it stained her neck but it can't hold roderigo
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