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| 30 Aug 2015 12:01 AM |
Now, this is the story all about how My life got flip-turned upside down, And I'd like to take a minute Just sit right there, I'll tell you how I became the prince of a town called German Air.
In West Russia born and raised, On the battlefield was where I spent most of my days, Shooting booting nading out And all shootin some N@zis' outside of the School, When a couple of guys, They were up to no good, Startin making trouble in my neighborhood, I got in one little fight and my General got scared, He said 'Ya movin' wit ya Comrades in the German Air .'
I whistled for a Humvee, and when it came near, The license plate said "Flesh" and had a dice in the mirror, If anything I could say that this Humvee was rare, But I thought "Nah, forget it, yo homes, to German Air!"
I, pulled, up to the house about 7 or 8, And I yelled to the solider "Yo homes, smell ya later!" Looked at my bae, I was finally there, Sit on my throne, as the Prince of German Air. |
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| 30 Aug 2015 12:37 AM |
umg suprot
.:[Transmission end.]:. |
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