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Keynote Killed
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Here we go... My contribution to the UL vs NSBA battle...
spunk spunky spunky brews
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Peak #2,713
Peak in subgenre #85
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December 20, 2004
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MP3 1.9 MB 128 kbps 0:00
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NSBA means no sweet boys allowed in. No tryna hide the semen in strawberry condoms. No gaggin' on the cock and no toilet trip to puke. These guys aint gonna stop till all the cum has been consumed. Well, I guess, since I'm the spunk you gonna have to eat me too. Well, I guess key could squeeze me through. If he ever took a break from those mothafuckin' cheesy poofs. Come on, key, you should put down the sandwich you been hoggin' Don't you think it's time your ass moved out from Baskin and Robbins? Yall know Keynote be rappin' bout he's packin' steel Neek, snatch his mic and give this kid a happy meal. It's time to get some pussy, just a hoe tha you can fuck Promote your cd on the side of a fuckin' Ice Cream Truck Fill yourself with helium and plug the fucking ozone. Teach the kids to spit and hold a burger and a snowcone At the same time they're finishing a big pitcher of sprite And then you get ya stankin' fagot ass moved of this site. You don't like my fat jokes? Go ahead and sue me. You probly thought supersize me was a porn movie. I heard about ya thanksgiving meal, now that's a winner. You had Turkey, not the bird, but the country for ya dinner. This fagots never had a girlfriend or a lover. And he's so fat he needs to get his handjobs from his mother. This guy will probly kill himself just hangin' from his throat. You need to get the rope they use to tie up big ass boats. You have to stop, just take up country, learn to play the fiddle Cause you breathin' like the wheelchair kid from Malcom in the middle. You say you smell a personal, come on kid, don't be lyin' You couldn't find a punch unless your mother deep fried it. Punches are redundant here, I'd kill you with a studder Cause Hannibal Lecter ain't the only one that bites off others You're the sweetest fag on the whole damn screen It's like your organs must be hooked up to a candy floss machine. I'm among the large and just fuckin' waste lines. You'll be among the living with the largest fuckin' wasteline. You think you gonna beat this, it ain't gonna be soon. Cause then you have to pick a mic up and drop your fuckin' spoon.
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