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So next time you sit down to play, and Hoots slides that pig card over with a wink, just remember: he's about to turn your lies into pulled pork sandwiches. You may THINK you're outsmarting him, but in the end, you’re just bacon bits in his grand piggy plan.
The wicked lit, rubber on my d!ck
'Cause I don't want that Charlie Sheen sh!t
Please don't say you're the highest until you met your highness
I just, want the head like ISIS