check.

how many?

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10 or 12. that'd be cool.

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blah blah, I'm really bored with this kid.
so my setup'll
introduce Told quickly to a couple of fists.
and they kiss on the first date.
and they have such vulgar language
that they'll mak the blood rise to ur face.
but no girls like u dog. u ain't hump'n the hors.
they call u chester,
and nothing gets in or out of ur drawers.
nicknam'd u dog-faced gremlin.
I thought it was a compliment of sorts
but they ain't never heard
of Rick Steiner or watched wrestling before!
u'r outta ur league. I'm half-ass'n this shit.
whore, dyke, cunt, slut, smut,
^just thought I'd drop every slur for u bitch
I excel at this shit. imagery remains gory.
& wack punches with weak lines remains an untold story.

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i can't believe i'm facin this clown
ostriche his neck and burry his face in the ground
i'm taken him down, but hit'n his bitch up
'n make ya chick's lipstick to my dick 'n bust a quick nut
this kid sucks, 'n ya ma's walls are tighter
i call harmonica cause she hummz on ballz just like her
your dumb, though.. so peep 'n see what i mean
marc entered a soap box derby thinkin he'd get clean
in ya dreamz! but i'm choppin this whore low
if i can get a bucaneer.. i'll cut the rest of ya up for dough
'n speakin of dyin, i'm put'n u out with the trash kid
cause this was an open 'n shut case.. to the lid of ur casket

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I don't allow extensions.

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