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Who dined on the foreskins of snails,
When he couldn’t get these
He dined on the cheese
That he scraped from his nob with his nails.
Who had a perculiar feeling
She layed on her back
And opened her crack
And pissed all over the ceiling.
you make it rain but with your ♥♥♥♥ pissin
bunch of gays doing ♥♥♥♥ kissin
mess with killers your heads...