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Woah here it is!
JOEY:
never watched robot chicken but bot swan owe
if this fruity pro 'nounce he hate shins, thats tom motto
i only owe ya when im quotin fargo! this a miss match dog like u postin dargo!
not to mention if Lou wheeze, he Anna. I'll ask ya, if Al a bama could the cal afford ya?
I collar rad dough, its my con etiquette! In da end yeah i owe a man a soda if he in misery!
but if Ken tuck E, and whoever care owe line? yeah! but whoever deck owe, duh!
oh, I owe? you virgin? yeah! why owe ming?
JOY US1
TOMMY BOTSWANA:
I can't deny hoeys skill this like a made to kill katana vs a razor Gilled piranha
Sike nah this more like a baby in pajamas bout to face his willing slaughter
Now to make Joe King would be good for a laugh but I'd rather ban Joe than hear that string of noise
U couldn't be an ant on what my art is so when I roll in wit the brights on you gon beg for a new day like stringers boys
I should probably give Joe the match he owed but I'd rather grab a bat and leave him Joe dimaggio'd went to joeys crib and boned his slag then stole his stash of moldy crabs and rolled
This is a genocide and my friends sweatshirt went missing from my house whoever took my guest top owes
Also whoever give me flack owes and if they raving they get their left jaw broke
JOEY:
never watched robot chicken but bot swan owe
if this fruity pro 'nounce he hate shins, thats tom motto
i only owe ya when im quotin fargo! this a miss match dog like u postin dargo!
not to mention if Lou wheeze, he Anna. I'll ask ya, if Al a bama could the cal afford ya?
I collar rad dough, its my con etiquette! In da end yeah i owe a man a soda if he in misery!
but if Ken tuck E, and whoever care owe line? yeah! but whoever deck owe, duh!
oh, I owe? you virgin? yeah! why owe ming?
JOY US1
TOMMY BOTSWANA:
I can't deny hoeys skill this like a made to kill katana vs a razor Gilled piranha
Sike nah this more like a baby in pajamas bout to face his willing slaughter
Now to make Joe King would be good for a laugh but I'd rather ban Joe than hear that string of noise
U couldn't be an ant on what my art is so when I roll in wit the brights on you gon beg for a new day like stringers boys
I should probably give Joe the match he owed but I'd rather grab a bat and leave him Joe dimaggio'd went to joeys crib and boned his slag then stole his stash of moldy crabs and rolled
This is a genocide and my friends sweatshirt went missing from my house whoever took my guest top owes
Also whoever give me flack owes and if they raving they get their left jaw broke
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