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The Spinners ~ I'll Be Around 1972 Disco Purrfection Version

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Be careful (of) which Team you volunteer to join
Be careful (of) GOD's children that you choose to openly hate

If I must be hated for always escaping the demonic clutches of My greatest hater, 
martha jane walters
so be it

I would rather be hated and left out,  if I have to sit up and worship that thang

Yes, I'm  up dancing, twerking on that DEAD slut's grave
Having a Good Time
Balling out of control

Been on this good Earth too long and No bully, 
no "high yalla",  incestuous, pedophile creep,  is going to ruin My life,  for the rest of My life

Dear old DEAD demon, I'm doing just fine
No, you are not around and I for one, am exceedingly glad

Go on an ROT
old stanking 'hoe
ravenous , sneaky, UNREPENTANT dog

jezebel whore
No, I don't need you bitch!

Yes, this song is dedicated to your foul, rotting ass

Fake ass preacher
Moldy, Maggot of a mother tried to destroy Me,
you keep trying to steal My Joy because you are miserable

wo/man you are miserable BECAUSE YOU LIE!
wo/man you are miserable BECAUSE YOU ARE JEALOUS of the gifts GOD gifted Me with

You wasted you gifts of beauty and brilliance by becoming an evil, selfish, lecherous whore
That was your choice

You can NOT make Me Shut up!

NEVER!

Go on and take your licks, go on and roast!

If I die tonight I'll be fine because You did Not win Me over to your side.

BEAMING!!!

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