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Melbourne, Victoria, Australia
Chop up the soul Kanye, set on his goals Kanye
I hate the new Kanye, the bad mood Kanye
The always rude Kanye, spaz in the news Kanye
I miss the sweet Kanye, chop up the beats Kanye
I gotta to say at that time I'd like to meet Kanye
See I invented Kanye, it wasn't any Kanyes
And now I look and look around and there's so many Kanyes
I used to love Kanye, I used to love Kanye
I even had the pink polo, I thought I was Kanye
What if Kanye made a song about Kanye
Called "I Miss The Old Kanye", man that would be so Kanye
That's all it was Kanye, we still love Kanye
And I love you like Kanye loves Kanye
In my roost, I perch now,
In my roost, I cry now,
In my roost, I need you now
Long Nose, Long Nose, Long nose,
Why you so fly,
Long Nose, Long Nose, Long Nose
What a guy.
There once lived a man who was slighted by God
I 'eard he was a fraud
He is a whimsical fella,
Who had eyes only for Stella.
But yet, he hath no ♥♥♥♥
And resorted to lick.
Thou shall not be a knave,
For thou is brave.