As I make a video for YouTube,
I go down to the mall with the real dudes.
I bring with me a mahogany sled,
Ready to go cause the security guards some dread.
I get in and go to the nearest empty escalator,
I chant a mantra that will be hailed by all masturbaters.
“Smoke Grass, Eat *** Sled Fast,” I say,
But I am accosted by a mans hearsay.
Her threatens me with the cops,
But I ignore this and go down for the props.
I’m then chased by the old ******* that reeked of sea tang,
And hear my friends shout, “SLED GANG.”
I run with my sled in hand,
Chased by the **** who dare brought up his ******** demand.
Aug 19, 2018
Aug 19, 2018 at 5:13 PM UTC
As I make a video for YouTube,
I go down to the mall with the real dudes.
I bring with me a mahogany sled,
Ready to go cause the security guards some dread.
I get in and go to the nearest empty escalator,
I chant a mantra that will be hailed by all masturbaters.
“Smoke Grass, Eat *** Sled Fast,” I say,
But I am accosted by a mans hearsay.
Her threatens me with the cops,
But I ignore this and go down for the props.
I’m then chased by the old ******* that reeked of sea tang,
And hear my friends shout, “SLED GANG.”
I run with my sled in hand,
Chased by the **** who dare brought up his ******** demand.
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