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hunch on each other like dogs in heat
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Lets get this going...
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and punch baby elephants
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Which you will regret
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because they never forget
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that yeti was here
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and I said, "YETI,
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Get down on it!!!!!
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And he pulled out
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his big metal spear
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and a winged pegassus
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and chased me away
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so i shot it
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"Take that Mr. Yeti!"
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Then I cooked it
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And shit out a unicorn (sorry know its not four words, but cant pass up greatness)
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Then I was magic
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For shitting a unicorn
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and cured genital herpes
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with my magic touch
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Cuz james is gay
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and touches hairy weiners
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in Jerrod's fantasy dreams
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there are no dudes
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unlike James' gay fantasys
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Which do not exist
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unlike the mexican chupacabra
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who terrorizes all the
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Big fake big foots
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midget mexican farmers who
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have Co-Co Puff turds
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and piss curdled milk
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and shit cottage cheese
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only to be eaten
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by the vegin zombies
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that appear on Tuesdays
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And every other Saturday
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