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Revision as of 02:05, 17 February 2022
« Song page for Black People White People
Lyrics
Black People White People Men's Team Women's Team Coca-cola Pepsi-cola Rich People Poor People Funny People Serious People Easter Bunny What the !? Black People White People Kids' Team Adults' Team Smokers Non-Smokers Sexy People Ugly People Traveling People Indigenous People Bigfoot What the !? Black People White People Fossil-Fueled Vehicles Electric Vehicles Plant Eaters Meat Eaters Civilized People Primitive People Pious People Skeptical People Antarctica What the !? Black People White People Good Team Bad Team 7-Up Mountain Dew Happy People Suicide People Scandinavian People Caribbean People People who were born to Indonesian single moms in 1957 PR:I returned to the Earth to rebirth the hyperbolic (sewed my con in the tract while you were sitting diastolic) Lobachevskian fields betray the inharmonic and Teutonic motivations of the legions growing on it JH:A tip of the hat to you sir, I should spout! What a riveting thesis I shan't live without; if you'll kindly excuse me I'll pull up my slacks And imagine no chasm betwixt knaves and jacks TD:Delivered again, sweet ice cream in the middle A jumble of flavors, a spliced team color riddle I'm a head-freeze dichotomy, and mixed-race lobotomy gazing at stars while they spar every part of me PR:Chronic electronics; Tulsi out the tropics I's in the Cauc'us Mountains and working on my phonics Atlas shrugs and burst the supersonic Shadows on the wall; Plato's bees in your bonnet BK:Do ghosts ride thinner than middle (Ostensibly a riddle of complex complexion affinity [but really mere proclivity for sun proximity {vicinity of moon signals tidal paradiddle}])