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!!IMAGE FROM GOOGLE!! Forbidden Fruit by Thomas Sanders Lyrics: Adam and Eve bought knowledge For the small price of a little sin They also lost eternal life But what's fruit without the pits? I am the Duke and it's high time that I dropped in And since you haven't puked yet We'll know they're wrong when they call you sick It's unicorn horns and dragon tails Roman's dull creativity If you want the spectrum A to Z Then you'll need a little help from me From unicorn p-rn to rats impaled I give these thoughts generously If you really want to challenge your viewership Then you need to stop limiting me What in the sh- have I been drinking? It's fine It isn't you these thoughts you're thinking! Alright! You've got to to stop this guy from singing I love how hard you try, it's so cute! Let's resume, sure People don't like me much, Thomas But that's only just cause I'm honest Good and bad is all made-up nonsense Bro, I'm gonna whip your butt! Do you promise? Thomas, speaking of honesty Recently a snake offered me a morsel from the tree of knowledge He said "you're wanting to be more honest And be direct dealing with your issues No longer will you deceive yourself about the ugliness within you" Neat! You wanna face facts, I've got one Your late night thoughts get pretty sick, dude If you shared those musings with your friends I doubt they would forgive you Even though everybody sins Everybody dies Why deny yourself knowledge Say knowledge of yourself? You don't need to feel ashamed with your dear old Duke You need not feign decency Do you see this house on fire? I see it too Cause you've got a fiend in me! So clap your feet and stomp your hands And dance off your booty cheeks! You can then bet your bottom, I'll still be around When all your loved ones leave! Imagine with me Licking the blowhole of a dolphin Your best bud trapped inside a coffin Your grandma choking on a lozenge Your pet dog stuffed into a sausage These sorts of things are only thought in The mind of a man whose soul is truly rotten So let all your hopes of heaven be forgotten Cause your head's not in the gutter, pal It's in h-ll H-ll, h-ll The kind of mind you'd only find in h-ll
