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ruthless aggression I'll let you be the
second fat woman here in my confession I
admit it I did what I had to through the
wind I'm an athlete you're a specimen to
sin with your drinking and smoking and
choking down food I know predators we're
better manners than you so swing batter
batter show me what a wrapper to do
congratulations
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make sure those right to tighten the
trogs your borders and Tour de France
tomorrow buddy don't look so fast well
I'm a two-dimensional psycho set records
before black make you compete you
kidding me that's I gotta make a pasta
contest without a lyric or Madhubala's
way to fortune and fame just think what
you could have done if you were actually
trained on the pinnacle of physical
condition while you dip your stick and
prostitutes and call it Bible Timmy are
you trippin you'll be nothing but a
skeleton messin with the fella with
yellow who will be peddled in like hell
up in the fight against the tux in an
amazing so filled with more official
ingredients that of Baby Ruth there may
be way too soon what up college topper
not talking about those Italian syringes
you process alter this one will knock
you right out of the park and round the
Basin to the sound about
while you hang right save displaced
because the government's flourish
applause you look tired kid got Sheryl
Crow's feet eyes better on the France
and baby bring me back far I just missed
up to more than the mic to fade your
fancy banking or three strikes just one
ball
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you