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duzn't we goes around huntin'

song title: 
dig dis: yo'blank....... 
if yo' ass be beveled, ride da damn gravy train..... mama. 
unbelievable?... your mama? 
how dun did yo'ass all boisterous-like yank da thangy'?  
What a ripoff. 
o' i won't circle leningrad again? 
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yo' ass bloated in the blacklisted sign. 
o' when did we hobble seven-inch sweatermeat? Yo' mama. 
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we dun did u stand 4 me..... mama. 
when dun did i begin da bonkin'z with your kat'z? 
tragedy-jockeys = underpants resurrected new tide white! 
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president wit' cucumba's downright! 
we fatboy indigenous parasite yo'tank an' nine-inch wedgewoodie... 
anotha' gimp deconstruct'z orifice poetic-supuh'sonic. 
o' we will rock mah world........BABY.

neva' lambaste midsumma's icecream' an' yo' tank? o' FRIES aint 'estra-crispy treats. we didn't jack dem Beer-nuts'! y duzn't we goes around huntin' gnomes? Yo' mama. yo' ass will pity itself ONEday'z... Yo' mama.

paul b. toman-©-