That spider was itsy,
and most certainly bitsy,
When that little faggot climbed up my waterspout,
Not even the rain would wash that fucker out.
Fucker clogged my gutters,
Until the specialist came to clean them fuckers out.
That spider was itsy,
and most certainly bitsy,
When that little faggot climbed up my waterspout,
Not even the rain would wash that fucker out.
Fucker clogged my gutters,
Until the specialist came to clean them fuckers out.
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