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Tim is My Bitch by Beauregard Bogart Brooks Tim is my bitch. He's such a bitch. What a fuckin' bitch he is. Goddamn it, I swear that mother fucker is a bitch. The world hates bitches. The world definitely hates Tim. Tim loves the world, not knowing how much it hates him for being the bitch that he is. Bitch. Fucking bitch. Did I mention that he and the world are not seeing eye to eye because of his bitch status? It's true. He'd be less of a bitch if he knew that he was a bitch, but he doesn't. Only a bitch would step on my golf ball-- a definite bitch move on his part. I didn't step on anything of his, that's because I'm not a bitch like he is. Bitch. But at least he's my bitch. |
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Nefton's Charge By Cliff Nefton Meat bathed hands Purify and Ten soldiers Stand Blood Passionate I've got FUCK written all over you In crayon paint and motor oil and champagne That's how it is when your words Play with guns Finger bang bang Banging you Until I take the mound As you surrender Out for more. |
