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what'sin a name?, sandra bullock, matching, middleeast, sincity, amy ferguson, lady of the lake, gawain, justinsimoni, yemen, slap them,
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Go get a job selling Viagra like Bob Dole Fuck your talk show, me and a pissed-off, upstaged Geraldo are going to roll Up on your stage, on BMX bikes under klieg lights fuck using the hand brakes, We pop wheelies on your face, I'm taking over, hit the road, "Tonight's episode: short, Semitic, cheap-suit-wearing, trailer-trash-exploiting, prosthetic-chin-cleft-having, wig-flaunting , Rikki-Lake-wanting-to-be schmucks, and the tire irons they get impaled on..." But I get flailed on,...when security comes crawling out information the wood work, Put information me in choke information holds, you're saying 'Good work!' as medics strap you to a gurney, I don't need no stinking attorney I play the judge tapes of your show and he lets me go. Now I'm back to square one, while Povitch is in a penthouse brothel spanking bare buns Snorting cocaine out of Rupaul's ass crack, while I plan my counterattack An obsessive villain, with blueprints of the NBC building I'm plotting a killing, Sneaking in through air ducts to bring danger to your chamber, In the roof I'm like a fire sprinkler urinating on your pregnant hillbillies in the green room Now it's a yellow room.
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