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Excellent boyfriend use in the course to settle scores with women who have been dentist towards men.

Dickhead is forced in to the shredded foreskin.

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And so oceans pregnant horse get abortions, fed us for stick and metal forks and self absorption.

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Or I went to Helen Fella Flora Predator.

I'm headed for competitors.

Better warn him what I lack in tech than a set of morals I make up for in metaphors, like a cosmetics store Steg, a source.

Chuck Norris.

But if the source yes, of course, a mess of warrants.

You want some?

Come and get some boys.

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George Zimmerman and a fluorescent orange dressing foreign chills to address the court with a bull's eye on his back.

Assault chest and torso left on the doorsteps of Trayvon's dad has a present form in my present for Mom.

Desert stone.

Appetite for destruction is no suppressant for aggressive, forceful unless remorseful than every morsel.

Unpleasant, horrible Hello, gorgeous.

The rebel with devil horns just fell off the yellow short bus, Meta contortionist said.

When you want to get sexual, she said, however, I fit in your schedule.

I'm flexible.

Expired tags on the Saturn got Catherine Bach in the back and Daisy Dukes with the hazards on at a traffic stop getting harassed.

Sign an autograph.

But this asshole cops daughter laugh because I called the rib Brett on it.

He spat on it and brought it back.

Looking happen.

Shock had a heart attack and dropped dead, started falling back with it and got slapped with a calling Kaepernick Practice.

Stop one ball in half a dick apple watch cracked front axle walked in a vast pro shop with David Hasselhoff pulled Tabasco sauce out of my satchel knocked over a fisherman's tackle box and ask that they had a laughing stock.

That was fucking stupid.

You got a twisted officer offered this bitch of doggy biscuit.

You call me massage a mystic bitch, get a massage and mystic like spas in this pitch slob on it with gobs of lipstick.

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Loved to start shit Shoving Clark Kent's undergarments in the glove compartment of the bucket bumping Bubba Sparks.

I'm double parking up it targets.

Trouble caused a double cross The shadiest motherfucker you'll ever come across The Olympic gymnasts be known for somersaults.

Couple lawsuits enough to cause a stomach ulcer.

Same damn brain scan results is rain Man's is something's off.

But when Dustin Hoffman's dressing up in your mummy costume on stage dancing the brain damage.

What's the problem?

Nothing's wrong.

The name brand is back to reclaim status.

Run the faucet.

I'm a dunk, a bunch of Trump supporters underwater snuck up on them and Ray bans and a gray van with a spray tan.

It's a rap like a Spanish.

I don't give a bumper Sana to my last d n a Strand E and J in the waistband.

And be amazed with the stagehand.

She wants kielbasa pre arrange an escape plan three and splayed on point like a scene.

Say, Consider me a dangerous man, but you should be afraid.

It is Dane candidate.

You say Trump don't kiss ass like a puppet because he runs his campaign with his own cash for the funded.

And that's what you wanted.

A fucking loose cannon was front with his hand on the button.

Who doesn't have to answer to no one?

Great idea if I was president getting office first order of business Once I get in office.

Second thing, that will make me happy.

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Addiction of friction and static adequate can escape the hat, send you to chase the dragon.

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Stacey Dash is in case against his crazy ass is in the back seat.

The one stay free pads at me dead passenger in the passenger seat.

Unfasten the safety latches and slam on the brakes and traffic so hard I snapped the relocation brackets for the monster tires going to get a murder case and catch it like you threw it at me.

Encased in plastic in sin, Dylann roof through the windshield with friends until he spends like a pin willing begins filling like a windmill, it with a thing Bill.

While the skins pilling and skits till he hits.

Submit pillow swing for the fence like Prince Fielder.

Knock it into the upper peninsula.

You want to go get Scylla?

The rat got wind.

Will acquit.

Never been real of the instilling fear, not even a scintilla of doubt.

Who's pins in Linden prints and a chilling Ben Stiller in the suspense thriller Revenge Killer.

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It's lopped off for you, but I'm not going to get the shotgun o'clock.

Come up with the rocks because I'm in the objects that a shop in the shop.

And it's not a shock.

I'm such an obnoxious fuck up the Rockets and the Broncos.

Who would have thought this much of a cox?

I've got to go across the paradox of Vivica Fox with a box cutter that was for 50.

Little slap on the wrist be born.

I'm unraveling quickly.

My squabbles.

I'm grappling with a time travelling with me.

Try and follow his I wobble, relapse in the history with a flask of the whiskey.

Tip it back then I'm twisting wine bottles like what happened to Chris Reef spine column.

That's the plan of attack when I'm fixing my problems, which my chest wasn't happened to get these rhymes off him.

But the fact that I had so many rappers against me mind boggles and why I had to come back on these facts to dismiss more of a spectacular mystery than a fucking act at the Christie crime novel.

But my patience is wearing thin.

Swear up in contemplating brother and shit in your face till a smear it in distant When every lyric until you fear the pin and never reappear again if you actually had fucking careers The end.

But then I think of Molly Kerem and I stare him in that direction and forget my ideas for them, Molly.

I'm going off you, man.

Like some cush.

You're my first take.

I'll nail you.

I can't lie.

I could if I won you over you would be the grand prize.

I mean transpired.

Your looks come and give the shady franchise of push.

You can get it in the cane like some man hides a bush Jeans.

Too small, least three pant sizes touched most against a damn sight.

You're pushed and thighs of squished.

What kind of a tires that I'm ready to be road psychopath.

Better.

We'll get it popping like a flat like the match to ignite the wrath got knifes the slash and slice hermaphrodites and half spike.

But Chapman's might just have to picket me like a scab.

Hard to describe, in fact, startling.

Violent, perhaps, are things that come to mind as soon as I start spitting rhymes like that, and you aren't really surprised at that.

But as far as thes lines are wrapping, these bars wouldn't dial it back.

If I star 69 the track, why am I such a dick?