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Really glad to be a career inmate in this jail

You weigh that much

They hang your ass

Your head pops off

You big fat lump

Without a bean

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Whose child is that you carry inside your womb?

The dad is gone

The baby's fucked

Before it's born

A bastard kid

What will you do?

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If you're displeased with your insane sex drive

There are better ways

Of curing it

Than slicing off

Both your balls

With some old knife

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