just listen to me,
as i punch your winkie,
and i will tickle your knee,
as you poop out pee,
right behind a tree,
i really want to see,
your pee be all it can be,
i see it has no glee,
lemonade thats free.
chunky with ice,
isn't that nice,
oh i see some dice,
clogged up with rice,
i can smell the spice,
cinnamon can suffice,
the pubes are filled with lice,
i wanna see it, name your price,
looks like owl pellets, which are mice,
i hope i can lick it twice!
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