Here I go, here I go, shit my pants again Yo, what's my weakness? Coffee gives me squeakers

I mean this, my penis is scared when my ass screams And my thoughts sound like speakers

The ice cream shit's post-apandectomy And now my hygiene is rather than a chocolate factory

I got that rat-hat-hat coming out the back of me Battling, it's putting holes in my clothes

It's a battlefield Also, I'm on a date great This shit just on my face turned great

That's too late, she asked, did I shit? I admit that I did, then this bitch took her kids

And they dipped and they let me in my stink And now I'm looking for a bin

Something to put in my duty underwear In two men who does who's the junior

runner scooter with the Jews That's my Uber bringing me a pair of boxes because I poop

Pooped by pants

Listen, listen, listen to the synchronized

The second round, yes, you listen to the synchronized

The second round, the world's source for anti-social commentary

God, whatever, just come back

Good evening, welcome to the second round, the world's source for anti-social commentary

I'm on your host D-Simon

Hi, I'm Kate Rambo, I am

Happy two-year anniversary, Kate Rambo

Happy two-year anniversary, D-Simon

This is the first time we celebrated an anniversary together

In the same city

But we're not together last year

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