| Got an axe in the duffel bag, couple of fags,
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| Stuffed in the backseat, muzzled n gagged,
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| Wrapped in bubble wrap, two lesbians ahh,
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| Couple hustler mags, now grab the pez dispenser,
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| Fill it up to the max, with muscle relaxers,
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| The governor of Alaska, She lusts when I ask her,
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| To shove my polaski sausage up in her ass huh,
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| While we hover over Nebraska,
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| Shooting at the fucking buffalo pasture,
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| In the helicopter, man I can’t fuck her no faster,
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| She’s screaming grab my titties, shady suck on those bastards,
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| But I ain’t no sucker, I won’t snuggle up with her after,
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| I’m a gigolo, But Ya’ll look like the juggalo rapper,
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| Everyday man I just seem to get a little bit doper,
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| Shit, Back down,
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| Man I’d rather lick on a scrotum,
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| And eat the fucking octa Mom’s pussy lips with some okra,
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| While I watch Whoopi Goldberg, Sizzle with Oprah,
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| While bossy pussy farts and takes a piss on the sofa,
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| Getting home and play dick swords with the Jonas… Brothers,
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| Your mother fucking mothers are roamers, Like no other,
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| I keep thinking of her smothered in soma’s…
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| Its chemical warfare, Drop bombs like sadam,
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| I’m bringing the drama, Like Barrack Obama,
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| Playing rock em' sock em' robots with the Octo Mama,
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| I’m vato loco, homie I’ll cock those llamas, |