Lyrical giant, seven-footer, they call me shaq/
Bitch i got that fucking swag, you don't know my fucking dad
As well as supper; then i'll rummage through her ruptured cunt
And if you wanna disturb the sleeping giant,
What preceded was the clue
The giant number who miss you
Pockets probably like fried food
Titties out, betty boop/
She got a fat ass, she prolly know me well
Boom boom, bring it up, titties from hell!
Your titties got me horny bitch quit getting pushy
Ahahah that use to be my favorite movie
Thats the end of my speech, i'm a need you to clap
I mean big ole titties, the void in my minds back,
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