I want to nail you,
Spreadeagled, screaming protests,
Right on this here cross.

Tore her pussy up
And she never objected.
I love blow-up dolls.

Putting on toe rings
Makes me feels sexy, the bones
Dangling from my hands.

I'm not a racist:
Black's in our family tree.
They're still hanging there.

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