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Good Times

people get mad at me when i say good times and then i start getting pelted by dimes and then i get arrested for crimes and i still said good times i think i can rap but i'm really crap people tell me i suck and that is just luck but then i stutter and eat some butter and sometimes i start to fart a dart while riding in a cart and then i like to get naked with jack people say thats wack but it's not like we do things but he did buy me a ring so i punched him in the face he ran to first base and said were over so i smacked him with a clover and sent him to dover i went to my mom her name is dom she is really calm she likes lip balm she gets cuts on her buts and i think she likes it i tell her its weird when she starts to bite it all my friends call me craptrap especialy when i start to crap this is the end as i start to bend and even though i like to right after this i might start a fight.

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