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Jun 2015
Now
Imagine, Jean du Scatmân
Xanax, give me more, man
Only the great scatting of John can give
Now you can live
Wearing tight-pants for the nation
**** irritation;
Stitch the jeans right
The kakis are white
How many kids did you ****?
Entire stomachs, hungry still
Burp during the call
Elephantiasis, in the ball?
Save us from the reds
The ******* is now Dead
True Follower of the Scatman
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True Follower of the Scatman  Scattonia
(Scattonia)   
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   Ariel Baptista and NV
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