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Maybe the heat hit him like thunder, in hallways seeing loverbirds
at the junior high where he would spot the cutest guy and wonder,
would my hands fit in replacement for the blondey he's embracing?
These were pipe dreams meth was chasing, but a glass dick was his buzzword.
He dressed in fruity outfits to shield him from the crowd so real,
afraid that if he stripped from them he'd slip on the banana peels
His hair color plagued him, the kids would call him fire crotch
but what they didnt know is his privates burned for some jr higher cock
Meth looked for some sort of outlet, so the fatty found the oven
and while he cooked, he got to brown some meat, and boy did he love it.
Now our gingersnap is confident and proud of what he is;
A faggot mod who couldnt mod a thing if it aint dick