Oh, my, God Becky, look at his bot
It is so big, he looks like
One of those rap guys' side ponys.
But, ya know, who understands those rap guys?
They only talk to his, because,
he looks like a total prostitute, 'kay?
I mean, his bot, is just so big
I can't believe it's just so round, it's like out this
I mean gross, look
he's just so, lame
I like big bots and I can not lie
You othah brothah's can't deny
That when a lame-o walks in with an itty bitty IQ
And a REPETATIVE thing in your face
You get sprung, want to pull up tough
'Cause you notice that bot was stuffed
Deep in the jeans he's wearing
I'm hooked and I can't stop staring
Oh baby, I want to get wit'cha
And take your picture
My homeboys tried to warn me
But with that bot you got makes (me so luke warm G)
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