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a spiced goat Ouroboros- I'm gonna enjoy myself Better check recipe boy This meal better taste heavenly boy Portly form Portly form Portly form Another
teasing About your rancid garments? Eddie, are you teasing About your sixty tailors? I'm coming over shortly Because I am a portly You promised you
are you kiddin' Lemme tell you this friends: I am not kiddin' I mean, I am portly and I am maroon Well, how many people here tonight can guess what I
you're split from crotch to throat it's the reason you're here every night wildy accosted by a portly woman in a red coat I lit this with my will, you
girl And I was like I'm just a hefty boy And I was like I'm just a beefy boy And I was like I'm just a portly boy And then I had a stalker I was like I'm
shots of quervo I traded portly Mrs. Clause for a slender seniorita I traded cups of cocoa for a frozen margarita! I was walking on the golden sand not
know I'm fat (fat) I'm fat, come on, you know (really really fat) Don't you call me pudgy, portly or stout Just now tell me once again who's fat?
was ever made But I'm known in this city as the King of Suede We got portly and regular and extra-long (Is my size up there?) We got tailors
to ring. The people started laughing and the choir began to sing, "Any old iron? ..." Kicked the bucket = died. Derby kell = a portly chest/stomach.
to ring. The people started laughing and the choir began to sing, "Any old iron? ..." Kicked the bucket = died. Derby kell = a portly chest/stomach.
fitter) Portly and with good grace The secret straight-back ogre entered His brain aflame With all the dreams It had conjured It had conjured It had
to ring. The people started laughing and the choir began to sing, "Any old iron? ..." Kicked the bucket = died. Derby kell = a portly chest/stomach.
fitter) Portly and with good grace The secret straight-back ogre entered His brain aflame With all the dreams It had conjured It had conjured It had
to the hilt spicy soon noticed a bulge in his kilt The piper delivered his best pick-up line thought to himself "This beast is all mine" the portly young lady
suicide flooring And still he keep his fuel tank portly, the 30 odd year old gears thank charlie The scarfthank Mom's new hobby, k'ssht! copy Eyes
good-good smoked out and mobile When his tummy growls in vowels Shit almost looks remotely simple (Oh) Slumped on every portly mobile Porky ogre ace ignored
can't be portly Not this side of forty Showbiz is a single chin game Scum paparazzi's and weight police nasties Have narrowed the hall of fame No
Feeling no shame Portly, important Leering, deranged Sat in the corner watching TV Deaf to the cries of children in pain Dead to the world Just
the setting, ritual Going forward, happiness I will kill you Taking my time, to cut you with a scalpel Slices so thin, the blood portly flows Pulling you hair,
a crack in the door a blurred vision: A close friend fucking some portly slut he'd picked up We could just make out their voices over the Fleetwood Mac
of Portly rich folk Piggish in their myopic outlook Destiny will feed the masses Into a shredder of their ambitions Forced into cubicle cells Chained
in a Porsche Nigga that's a true story Sell a dream to your shorty Tell her I'll come back shortly And my pockets hella portly And my style is hella
I'm seein' forty I only fuck with a mean shorty Of course I'm the real Rick, what do you mean Morty I'm lean portly I lean port on a sea oar E sees
Gather round, old familiar The portly stains of twelve years today It seems the same, my shelves are failing A cowards way to begin your day Even
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