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Hey ****** ****** Some stars gotta fiddle Just like a Catholic priest. We have to give them credit, God saved them when they did it. And blessed them at the least. Hey ****** ****** Fat Trump has to fiddle With women he can control. He pretends he doesn’t know What that word simply shows Since the last syllable is troll. Hey ****** ****** A high powered fiddle Is always powered by cash. But, Mr. Diddler Unlike a talented fiddler You are nothing but overpaid trash. Hey ****** diddledick We all hope your fiddlestick Falls off and lays on the ground Then you could stop it And the women could stomp it. And kick your skanky *** around.
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Nov 3, 2017
Nov 3, 2017 at 8:47 PM UTC
HEY ****** ****** 2017
Hey ****** ****** Some stars gotta fiddle Just like a Catholic priest. We have to give them credit, God saved them when they did it. And blessed them at the least. Hey ****** ****** Fat Trump has to fiddle With women he can control. He pretends he doesn’t know What that word simply shows Since the last syllable is troll. Hey ****** ****** A high powered fiddle Is always powered by cash. But, Mr. Diddler Unlike a talented fiddler You are nothing but overpaid trash. Hey ****** diddledick We all hope your fiddlestick Falls off and lays on the ground Then you could stop it And the women could stomp it. And kick your skanky *** around.
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Nov 3, 2017
Nov 3, 2017 at 8:47 PM UTC
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