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| Deck his balls with chains and bullwhips, falalalala lalalala. Lock her in the hov'ring sex swing, falalalala.... | |
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| Yo D! What the hell's going on? | |
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| Don we now our leather corsets, falala lalala lalala. Look for C-Note's twig and berries, faux pau Galaga... | |
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| You...might...wanna move...volitile gas in that area... | |
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| Where's Big-D this year, C-Note? | |
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| In Salem, Nickel. I needed a break from that damn "Dominatrix Christmas" song he wrote four years ago! | |
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