The myth, the legend; Kraft Punk Lives Forever

Helmet of Steel, Decorated with Mac & Cheese

Hands occupied with Kraft Singles I see

 

A formidable force of nature

House music is his favorite

 

And what I tell you is no lie 

as he said “Did you guys know I cannot die?” 

 

He shot himself 15 times in the head 

The man who saved us all I learned

 

Kraft Punk is his name 

A hidden camera show is his game

 

Overencumbered with emotion

I tried to sit with all my devotion 

 

A slice a cheese I found in my butt

What could explain such a stroke of Luck?

 

“There’s a Hidden Camera There,

There’s a Hidden Camera There”

 

Exclaimed Kraft Punk.

 

 

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