| Workin for the man workin for the class he’s a hardy hard habit to break I’ll meet you at eight by the lake and when you pull up don’t forget to brake (not like the last screwup who forgot to apply his brakes) Bald-win! paedophile at the rock’n’roll high school hangin round the gym just to get an eyeful panties sometimes stockings sometimes petite brassieres the i think he’s got what he’s looking for clear he’s the bald one, the only baldwin worth his salt and i love him with every figure of my soul but i’m only a man can’t you understand it takes a minimum of two to tango |
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| I break for cake for gods sake my mans in the outfield buying yellowcake but its cream, tangerine, lemon ivy harangued by caramel thats a sticky mix i see |
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| I tweeted the bird sanctuary they told me you had flown the coop no biggie for tupac and biggie smalls they’ll be the biggest rappers of them all |
…the… twittersphere… full of nudgerigars oh what a collossal waste Life is pretty cheap but for the frozen cheap wasters! gorillaform contenders, suedehead boots downout racists steer, queers, souvenirs, novelties, party tricks wait, you dropped your phony dog poo back there in the sticks! |
| because 1984 is over i predict the earth will have a grand opening party and while all crumbles and the earth spits and swallows a little girl waits. give her fifty dollars. she don’t need fitty cent she need fitty dollah |
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