Gusted

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Baby show some class
gravy don't go on dat
keep your digits offa my plate
boy you fulla hate (Her voice)
is the Popeyes open up late? (Her voice)
 
Gusted, disgusting, gusted, disgusting
(few stanzas)
 
 
yodeling while I mount you
my jizz dried up before it hit you
like parking a bus in the station
feels like you gave it to the nation
i'm done, getting old
oh shit I'm fkn a fold
 
(few stanzas)
 
you so filthy
I caught you eatin from a hefty
barf in my mouth can't speak
Velveeta between your butt cheeks
 
(few stanzas)
 
we over
 
(door slams)
(door creaks open)
 
give me a little brain before I go

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runitskeithharris
Member since January 23 2018

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