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Which sucked, the end.
But veritably a “happy” ending if he got sucked.  "
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Now this is a story all about how my life got flipped-turned upside down and I'd like to take a minute, just sit right there and I'll tell you how I got laid thanks to a website called Fabswinger.
In East of France born and raised, on the playground was where I spent most of my days
Chillin' out maxin' relaxin' all cool
And all shooting some b-ball outside of the school
When a couple of guys who were up to no good
Started making trouble in my neighborhood
I got in one little fight and my mom got scared
She said, "You're movin' with your auntie and uncle in Britain."
I begged and pleaded with her day after day
But she packed my suitcase and sent me on my way
She gave me a kiss and then she gave me my ticket.
I put my Walkman on and said, "I might as well kick it."
First class, yo, this is bad
Drinking orange juice out of a champagne glass.
Is this what the people of Britain living like?
Hmm, this might be alright.
But wait I hear they're prissy, bourgeois, and drink tea all day long...
Is this the type of place that they just send this cool cat?
I don't think so
I'll see when I get there
I hope they're prepared for my bearded penis in britain
Well, the plane landed and when I came out
There was a dude who looked like a cop standing there with my name out
I ain't trying to get arrested yet
I just got here
I sprang with the quickness like lightning, disappeared
I whistled for a cab and when it came near
The license plate said "Fab" and it had dice who looked like tits in the mirror
If anything I could say that this cab was rare
But I thought, "Nah, forget it."
– "Yo, home to Britain."
I pulled up to the house about 7 or 8
And I yelled to the cabbie, "Yo home smell ya later."
I looked at my kingdom
I was finally there to get laid. |
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By (user no longer on site) OP
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"Now this is a story all about how my life got flipped-turned upside down and I'd like to take a minute, just sit right there and I'll tell you how I got laid thanks to a website called Fabswinger.
In East of France born and raised, on the playground was where I spent most of my days
Chillin' out maxin' relaxin' all cool
And all shooting some b-ball outside of the school
When a couple of guys who were up to no good
Started making trouble in my neighborhood
I got in one little fight and my mom got scared
She said, "You're movin' with your auntie and uncle in Britain."
I begged and pleaded with her day after day
But she packed my suitcase and sent me on my way
She gave me a kiss and then she gave me my ticket.
I put my Walkman on and said, "I might as well kick it."
First class, yo, this is bad
Drinking orange juice out of a champagne glass.
Is this what the people of Britain living like?
Hmm, this might be alright.
But wait I hear they're prissy, bourgeois, and drink tea all day long...
Is this the type of place that they just send this cool cat?
I don't think so
I'll see when I get there
I hope they're prepared for my bearded penis in britain
Well, the plane landed and when I came out
There was a dude who looked like a cop standing there with my name out
I ain't trying to get arrested yet
I just got here
I sprang with the quickness like lightning, disappeared
I whistled for a cab and when it came near
The license plate said "Fab" and it had dice who looked like tits in the mirror
If anything I could say that this cab was rare
But I thought, "Nah, forget it."
– "Yo, home to Britain."
I pulled up to the house about 7 or 8
And I yelled to the cabbie, "Yo home smell ya later."
I looked at my kingdom
I was finally there to get laid. "
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"Now this is a story all about how my life got flipped-turned upside down and I'd like to take a minute, just sit right there and I'll tell you how I got laid thanks to a website called Fabswinger.
In East of France born and raised, on the playground was where I spent most of my days
Chillin' out maxin' relaxin' all cool
And all shooting some b-ball outside of the school
When a couple of guys who were up to no good
Started making trouble in my neighborhood
I got in one little fight and my mom got scared
She said, "You're movin' with your auntie and uncle in Britain."
I begged and pleaded with her day after day
But she packed my suitcase and sent me on my way
She gave me a kiss and then she gave me my ticket.
I put my Walkman on and said, "I might as well kick it."
First class, yo, this is bad
Drinking orange juice out of a champagne glass.
Is this what the people of Britain living like?
Hmm, this might be alright.
But wait I hear they're prissy, bourgeois, and drink tea all day long...
Is this the type of place that they just send this cool cat?
I don't think so
I'll see when I get there
I hope they're prepared for my bearded penis in britain
Well, the plane landed and when I came out
There was a dude who looked like a cop standing there with my name out
I ain't trying to get arrested yet
I just got here
I sprang with the quickness like lightning, disappeared
I whistled for a cab and when it came near
The license plate said "Fab" and it had dice who looked like tits in the mirror
If anything I could say that this cab was rare
But I thought, "Nah, forget it."
– "Yo, home to Britain."
I pulled up to the house about 7 or 8
And I yelled to the cabbie, "Yo home smell ya later."
I looked at my kingdom
I was finally there to get laid. "
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