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Chain Email Video (MV)




Performed By: KEV
Featuring: Cam
Language: English
Length: 2:53
Written by: Cameron Mitchell




KEV - Chain Email Lyrics




[ Featuring Cam ]

I opened up my divine surf mailbox
And found a note with a frowny face
"What the f*ck," I said in disgrace
There's no place for racism
And my face has a new tastism
That I know will do the job
Now I'll convert to Judaism, alright

I ain't doing snow with Tom Morello
I ain't blowin' hookers, know now
I'm gonna take a shit
In the Billboard Top 200 Hits

Well, because the hookers aren't no bookers
I gotta get stadiums somehow
I've got so many onlookers
'Cause my junk is brown like a cow

I had too many Benadryl pills
I think there's spiders
F*ck me, I gotta go back to my roots
As a surf incel, oh yeah

My email is filled with porno
Rut-roe, I'll just eat my corno
On this surfboard I rented from
A dumb stoner who works at Digiorno

I was walking down the Boulevard
And I thought I was a real card
But then I frankly realized I got a hard-on
Bigger than Spongebob's backyard-on

On my genetalia I realized
It'll never fail ya
Because it opens junk mail every day
To the point where I ask it, "Are you gay?"
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I opened up my divine surf mailbox
And found a note with a frowny face
"What the f*ck," I said in disgrace
There's no place for racism
And my face has a new tastism
That I know will do the job
Now I'll convert to Judaism, alright

I ain't doing snow with Tom Morello
I ain't blowin' hookers, know now
I'm gonna take a shit
In the Billboard Top 200 Hits

Well, because the hookers aren't no bookers
I gotta get stadiums somehow
I've got so many onlookers
'Cause my junk is brown like a cow

I had too many Benadryl pills
I think there's spiders
F*ck me, I gotta go back to my roots
As a surf incel, oh yeah

My email is filled with porno
Rut-roe, I'll just eat my corno
On this surfboard I rented from
A dumb stoner who works at Digiorno

I was walking down the Boulevard
And I thought I was a real card
But then I frankly realized I got a hard-on
Bigger than Spongebob's backyard-on

On my genetalia I realized
It'll never fail ya
Because it opens junk mail every day
To the point where I ask it, "Are you gay?"
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Writer: Cameron Mitchell
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