You got phat pockets like a fat boy
Im eating you alive like chips ahoy
Purify that woman soul
This writers block, is eating me whole
They getting nice, they got some ice
While you chinese be eating flies
No rations or resources for eating//
Now this is what i call an evening
Just went back to collegeshe is my dancer, when she dance i throw her dollars
New world order and i'm the master of psychological disorders,
After eating burgers and chips
Well, i have a gram cupcake mix
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