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June eleven better call 911 send his ass to high heavens with his brothers gun said I'll die by seven but they send another one who all these lies testing in my summer fun you a mother's bum cant hunt her on the run put him in a slumber for slums know he humping sons know he bumping gums flowing cum under his tongue fucks his brother but he soft adorable thumper he's been stocked w these stuffers with socks left of flubber sick focks w no rubbers horcroax in heart I'm much number tik toks since sharks fun lovers this hot hence dark dumb drummers u make me sick bitch plus ya bore tf out me ya dick like a fish tick rip outta anatomy lipstick on his sick lips shit looking nasty g call me ya majesty rip u like tapestry speaking that blasphemy keep coming back for me same stupid rhapsody give up your rapping dream I'll leave u gasping freak cause u catastrophe Brits bastard factory n I'm manufacturing mans factor tree in this lands masterpiece