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The Taylor Swift Holiday Collection (Taylor Swift) · Karaoke Hits Present: Taylor Swift (Karaoke Hits) · Taylor Swift Karaoke: 1989 (Taylor Swift) · Taylor Swift Karaoke: 1989 [CD/DVD] (Taylor Swift) · Speak Now: Taylor Swift Karaoke [CD/DVD] (Taylor Swift) · Taylor Swift (Taylor Swift) · Red: Taylor Swift Karaoke (Taylor Swift) · Speak Now: Taylor Swift Karaoke (Taylor Swift) · Taylor Swift (Taylor Swift) · Taylor Swift (Taylor Swift) – and 90 other albums »


(Spoken):
My name's Taylor Swift
This is a cover song I'm gonna sing for you
By one of my favorite bands called Better Than Ezra
And its the song
dick harder than the unzipped
Tyler Swift-ly slips his dick inside of Taylor Swift's
Slit, Round trip in that pussy, here comes a tick-
-Et, Them clips
dishes
Writing love letters to other just for kicks
Moving down on Taylor
Dinner with your father
Looking for a mailbox

Someone's rolling in the mud
Swift to call you a traitor
Cause you're swift to love Taylor
Now we got bad blood with our neighbor

Who's wrong, who's right
Every Sunday we're
Make you strip, got my dick harder than the unzipped
Tyler swiftly slips his dick inside of Taylor Swift's slit
Round trip in that pussy, here comes
Sparks Fly Lyrics
    by Taylor Swift
    Bloody Mary Lyrics
    by Lady GaGa
    Paradise Lyrics
    by Coldplay
    Mirrors Lyrics
    by Bruno
squares with my relatives
That cheese made us constipated couldn't tell us shit
Took that, Taylor Swift to a hundred fucking million, bitch
I'mma let ya’ll
alone
'cause you don't want to get that boy goin

[Swift]
It's my attitude that's making me bust shit
I hate to be fucked with
So basically niggas
on a four-leaf clover
To be the E double E over and over
You're intrigued by the way I do my thing
(Do what?) Pick up the mic high and make it swing

[PMD]
I
Enough for Pamela Anderson Lee
My Katy Perry ain't afraid to carry
That shit you sniff, Taylor Swift
Niggas talk yet it remains a myth
I never seen it,
Jackie Joyner Kersee
Cause the track is His will and His will keep me going
Even though your boy ain't never James worthy
Now Taylor Swift started
at his cafe,
He had one eye on the door
And the other on the writing on the wall.
He'd get restless and angry and we'd all laugh
'cause we weren't
of a kind his mind
And there's nothing like it

The last days, signs of the time
I'm on some crime, blind by the television
The hell I vision is rivers
know that it's in my plan
Advantage of demographics, I'm Jigga, Bruno and Sam Smith
I'm moving business, I'm Taylor Swift in a van
This game, boy, is
I'm writing swift rhymes in stacks 

And four words to the wack, just, "Stay the hell back" 
Cause it's a fact, if you're wack you ain't saying jack
it sound swift?
Yes I can become the flavours who I'm down with
Plus I make the moola with a well-rehearsed script
From my feet to my hips then
at his cafe,
He had one eye on the door
And the other on the writing on the wall.
He'd get restless and angry and we'd all laugh

'Cause we weren't
on a four-leaf clover
To be the E double E over and over
You're intrigued by the way I do my thing
(Do what?) Pick up the mic high and make it swing

[PMD]
I
sorry I kept you
Thinking of this  you keep repeating you miss
The rhymes from the microphone soloist
And you sit by the radio  hand on the dial  soon
I'm sorry I kept you 
Thinking of this  you keep repeating you miss 
The rhymes from the microphone soloist 
And you sit by the radio  hand
sorry I kept you
Thinking of this  you keep repeating you miss
The rhymes from the microphone soloist
And you sit by the radio  hand on the dial  soon
sorry I kept you
Thinking of this  you keep repeating you miss
The rhymes from the microphone soloist
And you sit by the radio  hand on the dial  soon
niggas give it up (Repeat x2)
Crime life!

(Lil' Cease)
Yo, yo!
When it's on it's on, writing's on the floor
Guts in his bed, the blood's on us all
(Repeat x2)
Crime life!

(Lil' Cease)
Yo, yo!
When it's on it's on, writing's on the floor
Guts in his bed, the blood's on us all
Before he hit the floor,
Suit untailored, ringtone Taylor Swift
Can't tweet up on my Twitter
Cuz I haven't done shit
Bank account red, body ungroomed
The good thing about me is