Look at my hands,

gigantic and strong.

We've finished so long, this is the song.

My gloves are huge.

The finest leather

Line with the softest in Paris are fat-bys.

My big lay hands make terrorist shape.

My big lay hands make pussies cranky my big lay hands will take the

wheel and drive the train to make America great again I put the man in manicure

The publishers clear and gold

Laced with gold

They don't look old

Driving you knifeer

Crushing you typeer

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And my pipness so pranked

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

My big lead hands will take the wheel and drop the train.

So make America great again Ah. Ah, ah,

Oh,

and

Oh,

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