You get my hands

Look at my hands, gigantic and strong, with fingers so long, this is their song.

My gloves are huge. The finest leather

Line with the softest in Paris are fat-bats.

My big lay hands make terrorist shape.

My big lay hands make turkeys quake.

My big lay hands make pussies quaggy. My big lay hands make pussy's cranky.

My big lay hands will take the wheel and drive the train

to make America great again. I put the mind in my decouche

The publisher is clear and gold

Laced with gold

They don't look old

Driving you nothing look old

Driving you knifeer

Crushing you typeer Tweet like and my pipness so cracker

My big lay hands make terrorists shake. My big lead hands make pusses quake.

My big lead hands will take the wheel and try the trade.

To make America great again. ...to make America great again. ... My big lead my head My big lead hands make terrorist shape

My big leans make pussy's praise

My big leans will take the wheel and drop the trains

To make America great again.

These hands are not the hands

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