Peeve a stream high! And in spite, he's the knight
Uno that I coded
Whiny boy hit some mice
Ewe, knows that I caught it
Drilling me slow, pout the widow
I'm always baiting you to be mating below
Devils roll their eyes, angels cause the lice
Whore doesn't thrill me wakes me at your door
And he's you, to rake your body
It's you, the peeling I am cut
And it's poo, dough, no,
It's a crew's number
It's tool, that's what I yell ham
No fools in breakable lemon
But wool, dough no
It's a crew's number
BBQ!
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