Songtober - His Friends Call Him Spuder (Don’t Call Him Spuder) Man on the Internet (Ft. Tom Previte)
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The spider bite
It fills me with delight
It'll make you ache
Until you break
Tonight on bugs I dine
The beast will feast
This web does not release
My friends call me Spuder
But don't call me Spuder
'Cause soon you'll be deceased!
Come it my parlor
Said the spider to the fly
'Cause you'd taste great upon my plate
And I won't be denied!
Come take a step
Snagged in my wеb
Eight creeping legs
You're screaming
But I wanna hеar you beg
It fills me with delight
It'll make you ache
Until you break
Tonight on bugs I dine
The beast will feast
This web does not release
My friends call me Spuder
But don't call me Spuder
'Cause soon you'll be deceased!
Come it my parlor
Said the spider to the fly
'Cause you'd taste great upon my plate
And I won't be denied!
Come take a step
Snagged in my wеb
Eight creeping legs
You're screaming
But I wanna hеar you beg
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