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a long ass fuckin’ time ago, |
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In a town called Kickapoo, |
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There lived a humble family |
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Religious through and through. |
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But yay there was a black sheep |
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And he knew just what to do. |
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His name was young J.B. and he refused to step in-line. |
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Fuckin’ rockin’ all the time. |
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He wrote a tasty jam and all the planets did align. |
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Oh the dragons balls were blazin’ as I stepped into his cave, |
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Then I sliced his fuckin’ cockles, |
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With a long and shiney blade! |
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’Twas I who fucked the dragon, |
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And if you try to fuck with me, |
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Then I shall fuck you too! |
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Gotta get it on in the party zone! |
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I gots to shoot a load in the party zone! |
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Gotta lick a toad in the party zone! |
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Gotta suck a chode in the party zone! |
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Er ekki kominn lengra...en kemur ykkur á bragðið |
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