Tattooist that do-ist the hostess with mostest moistest velvety choicest yeah buddy hoist this my heavenly voice is too heavy you boys should just quit while you're a head, or better yet, don't, and be an ass instead, cause that's a tail I haven't told and so I know it won't grow old, because like you it has no roots, t'would be a feat that spares a boot, not you, you limy coot. All the world's a stage, your curtain closed when mine was raised, I heard you had your soul appraised, that information makes me rage, I'd like to lock you in a cage, let zombies eat your balls and brains, til nothing but your soul remains. The one you sold for gold and fame, the one I enslaved to engrave my name Dave is too plain I must have some reign, and with David no pain is no gain all the same Ill just blame my mother cause daddy is dead.
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