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There once was a man
whose muscles were so huge,
he needed two gym subscriptions.
One for himself, and the other one for his muscles.
He once bought this girl a drink
and then she, somehow, had a baby.
Sup, homie.
Huh! Heh, heh, heh.
Yo, so it was like this: A long time ago, even before they sewed tracksuits, you feel me?
(I dunno what they was hanging about in?)
There lived this clever bloke they called the Sixtimer/Winehouse/Amy.
They called him Sixtimer/Winehouse/Amy ‘cause he went through six rehabs and kept drinking anyways.
And there was this other bloke, even cleverer, called the Dragon -
a real beast packed with muscle.
The steroids made him all green
and gave him spots on his back.
So, this Dragon ***, you feel me, had a soft spot for virgins.
Can’t blame him, right? Heh, heh, heh, heh.
But this *** ate them!
So Sixpack/Winehouse/Amy, his police records not spotless, anyway. Went and wacked the dragon.
Gutted him an all! Blood on the walls and everywhere!
Sleep tight.