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| Hey Slim I got a poster of you on my fridge. I love you Slim I want to have your kids. I'm writing you a letter I'm using a postage stamp. I got it from the post office I went in there up a ramp | |
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| I got a picture of you stapled to my spice rack. I got a poster of you I stuck it up with blu tac. Slim let's be together I'll kill my wife Dido. We could have a small dog I think I'd call it Fido | |
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| Hey stan bugger off you really are mad. Don't kill yer wife it'd be motherfuckin sad. Don't get all weird Stan when yer feelin down. By the way I'm not Eminem, I'm a badly drawn clown. | |
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