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2] You your pants at your ankles At the urinal at a I'm on the getting brain From a tall dame, I'm 5'8" like 6'2" Feed her coke, jaw a pitbull. I was born to rep You f-cking a hornet's nest Old shooters in the corner ? boys that be handling the rock Chris Paul dish off, in the sock flakes in the Gold Schlager The ammo XJ12, you know the old Jaguar Got the burch wood the interior bagels getting flavored out in Syria Only the Fonz, laced plates Cheese that reach maturity, dick from Shannon Doherty your temperature anally and orally Make a batch of home royally with oil
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