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Pack Your Shit Kamala

Pack Your Shit Kamala

At the Belmont binocular watching who I'm sponsoring rocking St. Laurent, checks signed in Trump's signature with a Mont Blanc, enjoying that White Glove service in that 7 Star restaurant, the sun's falling setting the moon on fire while the angels cooked God his brunch, taking showers with water sprouting out of multiple African elephants trunks, this a Gucci coat made from crocodiles that swam in swamps, eating Singapore rice noodles with some Fendi chop sticks with them lobster chunks, early morning head her breath stinks got my dick smelling like the earth's funk, hope a hurricane knock the White House down & leave it there like a pile of junk, still wearing shoes with that logo that represents how Jordan jumps illuminati offered me 13 million dollars a month, my soul whispered to me this aint the life I want, back into The White House goes Trump, he owes favors so Elon & all them rich republicans about to really run it up, he might pardon Diddy not to give him up, Jay Z, been quiet as fuck, you know CNN & TMZ report all the scandals & cover ups, like Trump's ear I'll get you touched, pack your shit Kamala how you God's child covered in the Devils nut. :)

Biden pack your shit too
& get the fuck what's up.
:) lol

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