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HAIR GROWING FROM EVERY ORIFICE
PILED ON WE COULD USE A FORK LIFT
Were all of your mirrors misplaced?
A comb wouldn't cut it but a razor might have done it
If you used about a hundred or so
Your beard is sloppy though and more
Absorbent than a spoungie mop knotted up
There ain't enough room for another to grow. OH NO
I dream about that booty every day
And I'm so distraught that I forgot to shave
I haven't shaved for days
Because there is no one left for me to impress since you left
Shave off your beard
Clean out your ears
Open your eyes
Open your eyes and see that Booty