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[Verse]
Yo, listen up, let me tell you a tale
'Bout a bodybuilder named Knut, straight outta jail
He had guns for days, muscles on display
But deep down inside, he wanted one thing, okay?

One fateful day, he walked down the street
Passed by a bakery, a heavenly treat (cake pops)
Knut's eyes lit up, his heart skipped a beat
He had a craving, and he couldn't be discreet

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He said, "Cake pops, oh my, they look so divine" (ooh-yeah)
"I gotta have 'em, gotta make 'em all mine" (gotta have 'em)
He flexed his biceps and walked through the door
Bodybuilder Knut robbin' cake pops, what a chore! (what a chore, yeah)