what about what your momma sees.
a looser son. aka the one that won't leave.
when you die, they won't grieve. they'll have a party.
and reminise bout how you cried when your short bus was tardy.
call me hardy. when i hit v with a swan ton bomb.
if they call you hardy. it's cuz you saw little boys ~n~ got your hard-on on.
come"on!! stfu, talkin bout paying 2dollar fees.
must've had a good day panhandling in front of a dollar tree.
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