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Recently on Christmas Eve, I had some sweet bread,
I'm drawn to kids in school, it messes with my head.
My great-grandpa’s got an illness he endures,
Every night with Judy Hopps, I’m curing all my lures.
Don't release those Epstein files, please resign,
Inside them lies a family, and that family’s mine.
Charlie Kirk’s got a secret, he’s on that adult site,
Playing around with my femboy, keeps things light.

Throwing bricks at the ones with no home,
Charlie Kirk’s no longer around to roam.
We love our pies, not just for the taste,
Spread some peanut butter on for a bit of a chase!

I'm a poet, but my verses don’t quite sing,
Hit granny in the crosswalk, an unfortunate fling.
Caught the eye of a girl just aged two,
All my cash went away in games that stick like glue.
My brother's quite endowed, to say the least,
Tunes into Thunderous Beats, a musical feast.
Johnny Sins has another role, out in space,
Keeping my urges at bay is quite the race.

Throwing bricks at the ones with no home,
Charlie Kirk’s no longer around to roam.
We love our pies, not just for the taste,
Spread some peanut butter on for a bit of a chase!

In English, it’s “semen,” if I’m not wrong,
Israel’s the blame for that day of bomb.
Got Diddy's OnlyFans for free, it’s a cue,
In Africa, big sizes prevail, it’s nothing new.
Recently endured a scope deep inside,
On the attic I keep what's green that I hide.
Lately Donald's taken, Maduro’s the prey,
My stepbrother’s wild action’s where he played.

Throwing bricks at the ones with no home,
Charlie Kirk’s no longer around to roam.
We love our pies, not just for the taste,
Spread some peanut butter on for a bit of a chase!
Peanut butter taste!
Peanut butter taste!