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First, let me break out a line that'll try to rhyme.
Beginning with J, my favorite letter after A.
Im not sure where to start, or if it'll stink like a fart.
But what I do know, and what's going on, is that my favorite pice of clothing, a thong, is gone.
Where did I put it? Where did it go. I have no idea, J probably knows.
Call him and ask him, and see if he cares, maybe he just likes to see me without underwear.
Maybe someday, god knows when and how, but J, will certainly be the one that's crown'd.
The TA Godfather, oh how he's king. He'll beat up every one with his words of mediocrity.
But everyone will listen, and reply back. Saying how he's the god of smack.
But to I'll be gone, and without my thongs, all because of a letter J, which was my favorite besides A.
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