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do like that smell, a fart departed, im like an artist, eat my carrots and parsnips, pass the grass kid, im master of hits fuck skellitor open the devil.door, rebel cause im poor, broke choke for the notes by the throats left where the frogs croak a vandel you cant handle ramble im like rambo witha bow n arrow silveresta stallon silver back on the merry meadows eatibg nushroom feeling mellow, play the chello afello im gold not yellow, i say to your girl hello now banging against the pillow make her wilt like a willow whats on this rag then getting dragged you like this smell getting nabbed getting axed n bagged, baked beans for thw lunch, put you in the cortina trunk, plastered im nit even drunk, im hiphop not a punk throw a flipflop at any tosspot who i think is a nob, butch put you in a pot of broth. you pike this smell... yells and screams from the hells of dreams bleam greif an famine apossel rapping factor in the factions of being the type of being and whatbyou beleive i reap em steple steep cuzin bugs be buzzing plug unplugging thugs get a roughin, think there tough n, what buff getting shotnin your nuts no given fuzz call the buzz no mother gives a fudge ... exempt yours tugging at her draws no hesitate no pause havin it raw you she likes it opening arches shes like do like this smell?
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do like that smell, a fart departed, im like an artist, eat my carrots and parsnips, pass the grass kid, im master of hits fuck skellitor open the devil.door, rebel cause im poor, broke choke for the notes by the throats left where the frogs croak a vandel you cant handle ramble im like rambo witha bow n arrow silveresta stallon silver back on the merry meadows eatibg nushroom feeling mellow, play the chello afello im gold not yellow, i say to your girl hello now banging against the pillow make her wilt like a willow whats on this rag then getting dragged you like this smell getting nabbed getting axed n bagged, baked beans for thw lunch, put you in the cortina trunk, plastered im nit even drunk, im hiphop not a punk throw a flipflop at any tosspot who i think is a nob, butch put you in a pot of broth. you pike this smell... yells and screams from the hells of dreams bleam greif an famine apossel rapping factor in the factions of being the type of being and whatbyou beleive i reap em steple steep cuzin bugs be buzzing plug unplugging thugs get a roughin, think there tough n, what buff getting shotnin your nuts no given fuzz call the buzz no mother gives a fudge ... exempt yours tugging at her draws no hesitate no pause havin it raw you she likes it opening arches shes like do like this smell?