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But it's the third time I'm singing for you. I know a place where the grass is really greener. Warm, wet and wild. There must be something in the water. Sipping gin and juice right underneath the palm trees. And then...
Now I won't go out by getting murdered over some apple juice. You know what im not even gonna say it because I was about to bring some down horrendously tremendous vibes and I ain't about to do that.
You look like a fucking marshmallow like no wonder you're like oh fucking Apple juice so much looks like you have too much fucking waterway in the fucking belly baby fix that fucking double check before you fucking try and talk shit just cause your 600 fucking pounds doesn't mean that I won't beat your fucking ass you're literally a fucking marshmallow I'm lame I beat your fucking ass