Feeding me

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She wants the one with the pickle 

And so did I

But I won't put up with their gang bullshit

It is partly that she brought over the wrong guys

Tickling wicks old blow it's caramelized

Holy tricks old dough it's party time and knot

As I came untied


I stay it as there's no other way

There is always another way

I just don't use like you thought I would

No I do in only another way

Eat your own druggies

Right on mom yes

Yes I'll eat mine


Thanks for feeding me

Andy we're going organic this time

No steroids or drug use

Killing is out of our business now

Still sitting here trying to figure that one out

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