Just passed the snot
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It's a warm day outside
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On the wall "Mixes. |
Salt"
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The phone is painfully familiar
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On the football field Mahach,
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But fuck, I'll come closer
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I'm going to you at night
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Fuck extra hemorrhoids for me?
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I smell like a tough warrior
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My cologne is coniferous
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Here are two coming to me
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Fuck, I'm not ready for a fight
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They say what to call, so-and-so
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No matter how they suck
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No matter how they come,
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But experience - it decides
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I understand what they are getting at
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One hundred pounds of pussy will break
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One hundred pounds of pussy will break
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One hundred pounds of pussy will break
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One hundred pounds of pussy will break
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One hundred pounds of pussy will break
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One hundred pounds of pussy will break
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One hundred pounds of pussy will break
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I said: "Hi, fuck"
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Whispered a spell
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It immediately started to rain heavily
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Corpses crawled out of the ground
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Slugs as thick as an arm
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And other deformities
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Don't fuck with me, bitches
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I just went to the heifer
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The dead twisted them,
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And bribes are smooth from me
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Beacon on mobile:
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"Waiting for you, my sweet"
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I hear a voice out of place
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"Who did you say 'damn' to?
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Who the fuck is here?" |
- look askance
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These questions again
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I understand what they are getting at
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One hundred pounds of pussy will break
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One hundred pounds of pussy will break
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One hundred pounds of pussy will break
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One hundred pounds of pussy will break
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One hundred pounds of pussy will break
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One hundred pounds of pussy will break
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One hundred pounds of pussy will break |