the answer is in my man A, Thom,'s post
my chillinist wigger
makes his words rhyme fast and his rhyme burn like toast
kick her in the stomach,
the midriff, the bowels
sneak in to her bathroom and lay a steamer on her towels.

Wavin her hands in the air like she playin on a wii
i use two remotes, either hand, no nunchuk for me
pussy controller dont even have batteries
not even fit for you lesser DG*'s
I like my junk to have the power surgin
my boy aero I'll take it in to the third

(an');

I'll hack her life like Ill hack her files
make her go runnin to my boy derek stiles
he'll fix her up with his laser stick,
drain the blood and insert his monster dick

All up in that shit like the snake from anaconda
wide as a burger, strong like a honda
bitch, hold on to the sides like a disneyland ride
while im browsin sites from dizzyin heights
heights on a ride, a ride on my growin*, a rhyme im flowin
get out of my crib ho, i better hear you goin


(DG - Digital Gangster)
(penis, male member)

It was a post to cheer up someone whos just lost their lady on another forum

Doesnt make sense but i was remarkably proud of my wiggerness.

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illin