Okay, go then! Oh, sold enough, but I smell the stink Of the money, of the weakness that you cant conceive And the polls of your will love your vanity, you believe Oh, all the rust will corrupt your fight Cos your belly does an echo like the tinted blight So the petite the baby blows you away in 4play, 4play I say, I say, I say, yeah, yeah X3 Oh, look at me I love gleefully, cos my teeth are full of women They shine endlessly at the foolish attempt to be reverent All again, again Oh, hard enough are your muscles depth Cos your smelly little belly filled with contraband See the walls, smash the pot and aggressive fuzz How I laugh, laugh I say, I say, I say, yeah, yeah X3 I, I, I, I say, I say, I say, yeah, yeah I say, I say, I say, yeah, yeah
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