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HOLD THE PEPPER STICK
I once picked a peck of pickled peppers Then took a stick I beat them and beat them and beat them Until a someone shouted "You dumb Prick!" "You freaking sod!" I fired back Swinging higher the wood in warning Mind your business! Shove off 'Jimmy', or you'll taste a lick!" Still in plain sight A peck of pickled peppers I moved to the floor Where I wacked them again and again and again Until I could wack them no more! I was caught on cam by Free The Peppers United Be nice to peppers, be nice boo hoo Then he stepped forward The wanker I knew. "Your mother has bollocks, your father's a lew!" Quickly I closed the distance, The bait taken, to him I flew. His thrashing occurred exactly as planned I thrashed him up, I thrashed him south When finished, I thrashed him again for Opening his mouth! Now the peppers I whip privately I whip them without reason And uh, also answer "present" to PR63128 from my cell in prison.
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