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dis brother tesla coil come into my thread
spoutin out rhymes but he already dead
i take pity on you fo the way that yo' raised
gettin meth fo yo mom by suckin up to gays
yo were a tag team pair,
a pawty of two
there wasnt nothin that she wouldnt do
if they paid in crack then they got you too
drugs is how yo were born
and its how yo' die
with an AIDS-ridden needle stickin outta yo' eye
Oh oh, me next!
Father holy Otis be runnin his parish
The only one in alabama let gays have marriage
He a crafty one, plays boys like the fiddle
Tricks them into kissin him
While they back door he diddles
He boasts the songiest group a boys in the state
Cuz the ones that sing outta key he takes home to rape
The ones that sing best Otis let's be on top
But only for a minute til he tells em to swap
He rides one from the back goin through the backdoor
And uses both his hands to fiddle two back doors more
With his mouth he takes 2, maybe 3, maybe 4
Of the little boy's peckers he so aptly adores
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