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Three today, five tomorrow, twelve the day after those
I'm telling you ants get out of my room
I might accidentally squash you with my toes
Got no time for pest invasion, of my personal space
Bug someone else, then you leave me no choice
I'll grind your shiney thorax into paste
These fucking ants
Get out of my room
There in my pants
Twelve today, none tomorrow
I'll shake you out of my clothes
Your insect infest was nothing to boast
I'll find your queen and smoke you out your homes
I asked you politely to vacate my estate
Now I'm empowered and equipped to kill
My friends and I will drown you with our spray
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