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| Hey, mudda fugga, come out or we'll crush yer balls like walnuts. | |
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| Dats right, you pussy jerkoff, you don't be jackin us Jersey boys around. | |
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| Come out and I'll let ya go down on my barely used muff. | |
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| Hey bitch, when he comes out I'm suckin him dry...then you can let that hairpie of yours fuck him up good. | |
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| Scared dickbag? Come out! | |
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| At times I wish I were back in my Bronx Parish. | |
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