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Huh He was an angry gnome, yeah
Stompin' through the forest
With his fist clenched, ah
Pickin' on the wildlife
Hopin' someone starts a fight

There's nobody when he gets home
Sippin' on that bottle of ale alone
Yeah he sits on a tree stump
Strokin' his chin and he's thinkin' about

Shit, Killin', Fuckin' bitches, Drinkin' beer
and Suckin' gnome titties, huh.

All the woodland children know, yeah
From the stories that they've been told
That if he were to come around
Step aside
Shut their mouthes
'Cause yeah he talks alotta shit
And stand alittle taller than, a few inches
But you'd better not piss him off
Or he'll shove his pointty hat
Straight up your

Ass, Killin', Fuckin' bitches, Drinkin' beer
and Suckin' gnome titties, huh.

He's coming

Femur-crusher

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