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 | I'm gonna call you Frosty 'cause you leave us ladies frigid // But you'll always be a softie 'cause your penis won't stay rigid | |
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| FIRSTLY THAT AIN'T TRUE, MY JUNK IS ALWAYS AT FULL MAST // AND IN REPRODUCTIVE HEALTH I'M AFRAID THAT YOU FINISH LAST | |
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| TAKIN' TIME OFF WORK WITH EVERY SINGLE MISCARRIAGE // CRYIN' IN YOUR CUBE: YOUR POISON WOMB HAS WRECKED YOUR MARRIAGE | |
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| WHAT THE HELL IS WRONG WITH YOU | |
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| I'd drop my drink like a mic but man that'd be just an awful waste | |
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