Boy…. You calling me a boy? Why I’ve been from Austin to Boston,
Maine to Spain, skipped rope, smoked dope, climbed hills,
popped pills and lived on the baddest street in town
and the further down the street you lived the badder you were
and I lived on the last house on the left. I got a bucket of balls and five pounds of dick and enough hair on my ass to weave a blanket for a horses back and your calling me a boy…..

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Attempt made at a few line breaks. ---mudelf