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So bye-bye, Mr. Epic Fail Guy. Pointed my gun at the bung, But the random was hung. And them an heros was drinkin whiskey and rye Singin, "thisll be the day that we die. "thisll be the day that we die."
Now for four years weve been on our own And moot grows fat in his corporate home, But thats not how it used to be. When Pedobear sang for the Partyvan, Using CP he borrowed from 4chan And a voice that came from those who see,
Oh, since the FBI was looking down, Pedobear stole his horny crown. The hijack was adjourned; The CP was returned. And while sick fucks typed with just one hand, The anon waited in the park, And we sang memes in the dark The day the 4chan died. I was singin
So bye-bye, Mr. Epic Fail Guy. Pointed my gun at the bung, But the random was hung. And them an heros was drinkin whiskey and rye Singin, "thisll be the day that we die. "thisll be the day that we die."
Epic debasement in the 4chan casement The anons lurked in their mother's basement Eight hours old and failing fast It landed foul on its ass The /b/tards tried for a skat-like poop With the Mootle on the sidelines making soup Now the Bel Air tune was sweet perfume While the /b/tards played a marching tune We all got up to swim Oh but we never could get in 'Cause the afros tried to block the pool The Habbo admin we could fool Do you recall what Mootle said The day the 4chan died We started singing
So bye-bye, Mr. Epic Fail Guy. Pointed my gun at the bung, But the random was hung. And them an heros was drinkin whiskey and rye Singin, "thisll be the day that we die. "thisll be the day that we die."
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