Look at my head.

Oh, Look at my hands, gigantic and strong.

With fingers so long, this is that song.

My gloves are huge.

The finest leather lined with the softest

and very south fat eyes.

My big lay hands make terrorists shade my big lay hands make terrorist shape.

My big lay hands make pussies quaggy.

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

to make America great again I put the mind

The powders clear and gold

Laced with gold, they don't look old.

Driving you kniper,

crushing you typeer,

Tweet like, like my and my hip is so bright-yo!

My big lead hands make terrorist shake, my big lay hands make pussets, quake,

My big lead hands will take the wheel and drop the the train To make America great again My big lead My big lead hands make

Territory's shape

My big lit hands make pussy's praise

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

Should make your burger your great again.

These hands are not the hands of an ordinary man, my big lid hands.

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