Theres something in this macoroni
Something nasty something phony
Theres something growing in my macoroni
Tastes so good but my stomach feels bony
I ate this macoroni and my stomach is groaning
I rubbed my tummy
I went into the bathroom to my insides purging
I knew something was funny
Theres something in this macoroni
Something nasty something phony
Theres something growing now in my tummy
Tasted so good but my stomach feels bony
It enters the upper intestine
And into my veins
My organs my body the pains and pains
It enters the lower intestine
Theres something in my digeted macoroni
Something nasty now below me
Theres something roaring in the toilet
A little monster gets the swirly
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