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Like a gator to a bird
You wait for our fall
Just remember shit falls down
But can never fall up
Our elevation is 2 High to be touched by your shit
It stays with you in your swamp so keep bathing in it
Your stench is wicked and decades old
I watch as you prey on the young
Who's futures you wish to behold
They learn faster as time moves along
One glance will soon show that you are no gator at all
Just a washed up turd on a fake ass thrown
By Constantly Candace
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