i came here to tell you my loinz have been shakin'
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my hips are gyratin', my hitachi's vibratin'
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when i think about steaksauce from shoulders to fingers
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leave it on till it lingers like top 40 pop singers
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lick some beans off my thigh, i'll shoot my load in your eye
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you should savor the taste of my sweet poonanny pie
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i carry it around with me in a bag that says versace
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along with my hitachi and some soy or teriyaki
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need some salt with that thing! a cock with no custard
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like ketchup with no mustard (tight assholes make me flustered!)
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bitches shittin' ma dickin' ma hittin' and bewitchin' ma
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don't need a phd to know that you've been forfeitin' ma
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i need a ass with these fries...and some big-ass lips would be nice!!!!
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heartattack
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heartattack
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i had a dream last night that i tried to take a bite
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of 40 steaks lined up in a tantalizing line
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i woke up in a cold sweat, my silk sheets were soakin' wet
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thought about goin' to sleep, but then my pussy i pet!
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with raging thoughts of burger pattties, burger fucking leather daddies
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smoking fatties ratty catties thigh spreading apparati
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my voice crax when i see greasy hands approaching me
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i sniff your fingers one by one to find out what seasoning
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you been lickin' off yo plate before tryna pop this coochie
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musical youth passin' the dutchie, your palms cold like toffuti cutie
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thank you baby, for suckin' me off my fucking cunt is your trough
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now shut up , turn your head and cough
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i love the way you treat me, now chew swallow and eat me
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heartattack
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heartattack
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i'm cookin' crack on the stove to knock out my frontal lobe
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and get my mind off the perversion that's makin' my eyes roam
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to bagz of fast food instead of well endowed dudes
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tryna cop cool attitutes, git my fat ass in the nude
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bitches tell me that i might die cuz everything i eat is f-fried
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but all i want is some french fries
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and some of that hot apple pie.
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Heart Attack
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| Gravy Train!!!! |
