Oh hanzo
I think you're misunderstood
That name that I call you
Might seem a little hard
Every letter of this word
I feel it individually
I think it when I see you
And want to set it free
Oh hanzo
You're a cunt (you're cunt)
I smell ya
It's awfully fragrant
Oh hanzo
I'll be blunt
No one likes ya
So fuck off cunt
You show up for team games
Surprise, surprise, there ain't no room
A world without you is like elysium
If you're lonely
There's a country you can search
Where devoted disciples
Have made you your own church
Oh hanzo
You're a cunt (you're a cunt)
I smell ya
It's awfully fragrant
Oh hanzo
I'll be blunt
No one likes you
So fuck off cunt
Oh hanzo
You're a cunt
I smell ya
It's awfully fragrant
Oh hanzo
I'll be blunt
No one likes you
So fuck off cunt
Fuck off cunt
You're a cunt
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