Mr not quite himself

by rbmo401   Jul 5, 2015

And by the way. I'm not mister gay. So if you just say. That you want to lay. I'll treat you like gray and we will play. We'll gather the hay so that I can slay. The person by day and demon who's cray. And if you just may, ask me to stay. Better gather your tray and so that I can weigh. The terms of dismay while involving the Dre. I'll secure your belay so that you don't stray. Don't ever blurt nay, cause I'll gut you like Flay. Down to your jay jay, I'm kidding my re, your good, don't pray.


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