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An open love letter to texass
All you motherfuckers are gonna pay, You are the ones who are the ball-lickers. We're gonna fuck your mothers while you watch and cry like little bitches. Once we get to the Cotton Bowl and find those Longhorn fucks who are talking that smack, we're gonna make 'em eat our shit, then shit out our shit, then eat their shit which is made up of our shit that we made 'em eat. Then you're all fucking next.
Jay and Silent Bob
Can you say "four-peat", baby? Suuuuuure. I knew you could.
Hey boy take a look at me...let me dirty up your mind...
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Hey pretty, don't you wanna take a ride with me through my world?
Psssssst...pass it on!