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Tide Pen - RobbieP2Vlogs Life Lyrics Picrob commands RobbieP2 Vlogs, his damn chaotic stage, His gut a swollen shrine, sauce spills fuel his rage. This kicks off his week, a glutton’s wild decree, RobbieP2’s hunger starts, a feast for all to see. Mukbang Monday, Fazoli’s grease he claims, Pasta stacks to the stars, dripping in greasy flames. Forks twist in heaps, marinara floods the scene, A glutton’s gritty war, his hunger reigns obscene.Tide Pen meets his spills, grease stains his shirt. It fights to clean the grime, Picrob’s endless dirt. Each smear it battles hard, to save the messy day. Its ink is running low, it’s starting to decay.Taco Tuesday’s reign, Bell’s shells crack, a spicy flood, Diablo sauce rains down, coats his gut in saucy mud. Tacos burst in heaps, his jaws a fiery grind, Snack Wednesday’s, what kind of fucking title’s that? Shitty candy piles, grease pools on his gut so fat. Chips and sweets collide, his chomping shakes the floor, A sugary, slick rampage, his cravings roar for more. His shirt’s a greasy wreck, stains pile to settle the score.Tide Pen meets his spills, grease stains his shirt. It fights to clean the grime, Picrob’s endless dirt. Each smear it battles hard, to save the messy day. Its ink is running low, it’s starting to decay.Thirsty Thursday, parents’ lair, sweet drinks he drains, Fast Food Friday, chains bow, grease his gut sustains. Wendy’s, Arby’s, junk’s his throne, he’s the king of grime, Moaning, slurping anthems in his damn caloric climb. Burger buns collapse, ketchup smears like a flood, Fries pile high, his gut’s a shrine of caloric blood. Nuggets vanish fast, his teeth a greasy blade, He’s chugging cola rivers, in his fast-food crusade.Lips smack like storms, crumbs crash, sauce on his gut flows, Disgusting to behold, his vile eating’s wretched show. Picrob’s hunger roars, a fucking legend grows, RobbieP2, where chaos reigns and filthy splendor glows. What the fuck’s wrong with this guy, why’s he such a slob? His gut’s a grease-slick mess, yet he feasts like it’s his job. Slobber sprays like rain, his bites a sickening sound, A glutton’s grotesque stage, where revulsion’s crowned.Tide Pen meets his spills, grease stains his shirt. It fights to clean the grime, Picrob’s endless dirt. Each smear it battles hard, to save the messy day. Its ink is running low, it’s starting to decay.Weekdays weave his saga, where damn calories surge, Picrob’s mukbang empire, sauce and gut converge. From Taco Bell to Fazoli’s, his shitty legend sings, A titan of the feast, where filthy chaos rings. Tide Pen scrubs his stains, it tries with fading might, But Picrob’s endless grime defeats it in this fight.Tide Pen meets his spills, grease stains his shirt. It fights to clean the grime, Picrob’s endless dirt. Each smear it battles hard, to save the messy day. Its ink is running low, it’s starting to decay. His stains cling like a curse, they smear in shitty plight. This pen’s fucked, worn to shreds, it fails the grimy fight.