Brick Maldonado appeared at the front of my bed
Caught a party mouse and she smelled like she’s been dead
I told him bout the twenty-one years of bad luck
And he told me not to give an honest fuck
Juggalo bones all caught in his beard
The juggalo clap is what he most feared
Just be strong like a brick in your yard
Don’t take the walking dead’s bullshit too hard
It’s been four score and seven nights since he came
And Brick Maldonado will always be the same.
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