Rap your legs round this thing,
and we'll give you bling;
but there's a sting
cos we take
our slice of the cake
while you shake your thing,
we'll rake it in.
Consider it rent for the tent.
If your words have wings
angel, well we spent
to cram all your loud in our cloud,
so when we find a hoe can sing,
we'll do him proud,
and from the crowd
we'll suck it up as you do.
It's no voodoo;
we do as the glue do.
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Potatoes
PoesiaHot, Sweet, Saucy, Spicy - always filling/fattening. Donder - vb. To blunder about aimlessly, not knowing what the feck one is at.
