Yo, G-snatcha, so glad to catcha, do?n let the hate placate your slate, roll up the yummy, shoot outcha tummy and make it reFUNKulous for the booties to stink like squapooties. I got a bone like Roy Cohn and I rollin like James Brolin to make Baba Sizzand beg for glory-holin. You?s a art-chi-tect o?da deck but are ya nice? As in, real nice? As in, will you hold me in your big strong arms and tell me things will always be okay and that I?ll be safe? Do you have any Kleenex? It?s always nice to have some Kleenex, and if you do, I would like to borrow some. It's for a recipe.
Karl Malone raised me more than my father ever could,
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