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Bitches dont want this, I try but they don't respond. I challenge anyone to a cage match no holds barred.
You all are just pounds of lard. You're perfection marred by this starred diehard avant garde with the end game trump card.
You have no self regard while I throw you down Sunset boulevard. You're ilk belongs ina junkyard.
I'm sure after I win you'll pull the racecard, before I turn you into swiss chard here's my calling card. DOn't be long here's your scorecard and whatdya know it says you dont belong . Best regards, The Bard, fuck you all you blowhards
