Look at my hands

Look at my hands, gigantic and strong.

With fingers so long, this is their song.

My gloves are huge, the finest leather,

lined with the softest in Paris,

my black eyes.

My big lay hands make terrorist shape,

my big lay hands make pussies grating my big lay hands will take the wheel and drive the train to make america great again I put the mind in manicure

The powlisher is clear and cold

Laced with gold

They don't look old

Driving you knifeer

Crushing you typeer

Tweet like like and my pimp is so fracket

My big lay hands make terrorists shake.

My big lay hands make pusses quake.

My big leans will take the wheel and drop the train.

To make America great again. Oh, La La Laa! Oh,

The my big let me my big lead hands make terrorist shit

my big lit hands make pussy's brains

my big lit hands will take the wheel and drop the train

to make America great a dance

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