You know what the hell is this shit about, huh, bro? SPLASH Shoot the deacon, I don't give a fuck about praying to God On my head, they think Antony is a fucking spade Roll these ****** up, all the odds, yeah, they fucking dead Splat, splat, yeah, I been Bad, then I love, you should call that bitch a real shag I never spend a buck again, I'm trying to get on fleek Let her be a setter, it's on gang, everything get wetter Piss on every guy, bitch, I hold a 50, don't give a fuck

I knew them 50 year you want aliens real I'm going to Facebook I don't want to carry I'm a go big my tomatoes my name will be you I'm a farmer I'm moody alien real my name is I'm a farmer

Over to you

Excuse me baby, you better get back here. The kids are waiting for you. I don't have time for you and your little alien baby mama. Come back here now. Muah! Love you!

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Smash so f***ing hard bro you're so foreign