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How the Faggs stole Christmas!
In a place that's called tool-ville, where lame DJ's spun;
a wack lineup of techno, where no one had fun. The glowsticks were flailing, the candy was flung; and the stench of the music reminds me of dung. With no where to get to, and no where to run, the sketch had took over... and i fucked your mum! |