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England where I'll get you scrod." No not scrod!... Oh, I want crabs for Christmas. Oh, only crabs will do. Oh, and with crabs for Christmas, My Christmas
honey throat smellin' like Impulse Your whole shell baby's wicked like Nimrod Caught me like a fresh-water scrod, or may I not be God? Attitude is very
honey throat smellin' like Impulse Your whole shell baby's wicked like Nimrod Caught me like a fresh-water scrod, or may I not be God? Attitude is very
millions kilt, and something that could kick my ass Sucking the scrod, blowing my wad Blowing my wad all over God Dismissed! Foolish mortal you didn't
Waitin until he catch him in the street Roamin thugless And Rod, the self-proclaimed anime God By the way could sure use A can of baked scrod Sherman eats
ancient wisdom, drinking with the gods Rolling in the gutter, craving bloated bloody scrod Where it came from none can say Though they do so anyway
Necro the man with the master plan on the phone with God Had to kill the scrod on a mission to scam In the den my friends MNO productions From the youth's
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