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Shut up before I get the string in your dick like a fucking cello I swear to God bro stop my meat across your face no punch a bag swear to God lame ass bitch swear to God I swear to God I'll boot your damn asshole open and then kiss the fuck out your inside
I want it was you. I want it was you. I want it was you. Sorry, that was a little bad. I want my choppy choppy choppy chop phone because I broke it, broke it, broke my phone, don't ya? Oh, I get off topic so bad. I think I actually actually actually do have ADHD. Okay, bye!
I have another one. He's Ellie. Should I say he? No. She's mine! She's staying away from her. Her son! Her dad! She's mine! Oh, or the song. Wake up! Watch the kids up on the table. Makeup! You want to! You want to! You get the juice. I think I did like three songs already. Bye.
Okay, I know the perfect, perfect email song. Ready? Ready? Watch this. When I was a young boy, my father took me into the city to see a margin ban. He said, son, when you grow up, would you be the singer of... I just got the rest, but you already know how that goes.