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Peter Was Tripping Again...
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| Hey baby...you wanna blow? Hit the dust, sniff sniff...come on baby, then we blow. Come on honey, I'll swallow it this time...sweety, I love you...come on sweety...ooh, daddy likes it rough..... | |
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| "...And I thought to myself, who is the man in the box? Who is the fat woman who sings about bananas? Why was I there, why was I anywhere for that matter?..." | |
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Everything Was Changing...
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| Shanananana-nanana-nananana go on and kiss de girl! Shalalala-wananana-bananana- fuck de girl! | |
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| Vhere Ees De Peenus? Vhere is De Peenus, Spase Peenus? Vhere? Vhat do you Vish forr?Whom is thine daddy? | |
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But soon, it was all back to normal...
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| Have you seen my other eye? Where have i been lately?....the warden's ass, your ass, the guards' collective asses, the cook's ass, the janitor's ass...hmm..i wonder where my eye could be... | |
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| Did he say my ass too? Maybe that's why I've been so sore...if i ask and he says yes, then I'll have to deal with the truth. And if he says no, then he'll want to do it anyway...damn it all to hell... | |
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