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Mar 2018
Let me tell you Clinton Billy, I will never stop dropping my L.S.D.,
'cause it took me off ol' Green River ***** that made my skin pasty
Save your happy thoughts for a theater show as smiles cannot make
hymens pop, jet rockets propulse in vacuous space or midgets grow
A prayer of Mexican midgets goes like, Dios make me 7% stinking
taller so I won't need to, no more in stinkin' Tijuana pig-****, waller
๐—ฆ๐˜‚๐˜‡๐˜† ๐—•๐—ฒ๐—ฟ๐—น๐—ถ๐—ป๐˜€๐—ธ๐˜†
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๐—ฆ๐˜‚๐˜‡๐˜† ๐—•๐—ฒ๐—ฟ๐—น๐—ถ๐—ป๐˜€๐—ธ๐˜†  หขโฑแตแต–แตƒโฟแต แดฎแต‰แตˆแต’แต, หขโฑโฟแตแตƒแต–แต’สณแต‰
(หขโฑแตแต–แตƒโฟแต แดฎแต‰แตˆแต’แต, หขโฑโฟแตแตƒแต–แต’สณแต‰)   
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