washington, washington

Matt

Batman, Turkey 

washington, washington. six foot eight, weighs a fucking ton. opponents beware, opponents beware: he's coming, he's coming, he's coming. let me lay it on the line, at two on the vine. i mean two sets of testicles.. so divine. on a horse made of crystal he patrolled the land, with the mason ring and schnauzer, and his perfect hands. here comes george: in control. women dug his snuff and his gallant stroll. ate opponents' brains, and invented cocaine. he's coming, he's coming, he's coming. washington, washington. six foot twenty, fucking killing for fun. spread, spread, delaware. he's coming, he's coming. sue me if I go too fast, but the sons of his opponents wished that he was their dad. got a wig for his wig, got a brain for his heart. he'll kick you apart, he'll kick you apart, ooh. he'll save children, but not the british children. he'll save children, but not the british children. he had a pocket full of horses, fucked the shit out of bears. threw a knife into heaven, and could kill with a stare. made love like an eagle falling out of the sky, killed his sensei in a duel and he never said why. washington, washington. twelve stories high, made of radiation. the present beware, the future beware. he's coming, he's coming, he's coming.

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