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I sexually Identify as Harambe. Ever since I was a boy I dreamed of living in a gorilla enclosure at Cincinnati zoo and dragging children. People say to me that a person being Harambe is impossible and I'm retarded but I don't care, I'm beautiful. I'm having a plastic surgeon install the name Harambe, harmless intentions and a gorillas body on me. From now on I want you guys to call me "Harambe" and respect my right to roam around the gorilla enclosure and drag around small children. If you can't accept me you're an agrizoophobe and need to check your zoo official privilege. Thank you for being so understanding.

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Who ever reads this U SMELL AND HOPE U HAVE A HAPPY HOLIDAY FROM MR.CHINKERTON

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Mimic is the stinkiest of them all

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My mama hear me sing!
Don't need to brag
No need to boast
I can rock you from a pillow
To post to post
When the music's nice
We play them twice
While the girls are screaming out like mice
My name is Brushy
I'm the king of swing
To rap your music
And to let you sing
It doesn't really matter what the people wanna say
I rap my music night and day
Rock them night and day
And Luci hear me say!

Hey, Poncho, where are you going?
I'm going to San Francisco man
To see my friend El Poncho
He says, hey One String
There's something you got to know, you know?
I said, yeah?
When we are back on our saddles and our horses
We sing this old country song like this
Chicken in the corn
Say the corn can't grow, mamma
When chicken in the corn
Say the corn can't grow
When chicken in the corn
Say the corn can't grow
When chicken in the corn
Say the corn can't grow
On my way to San Francisco
Where I buck my friend and his name was Poncho
He said one string
There's something you got to know
When we are back on our saddles and our horses
Where we go
We sing this