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Nathadniel the Neanderthal

Behold, centuries of thrust!
Nothing stoppin', nothin' your bum.

Long have I pondered life's mysteries;
The reason I thrust establishes generations of children.
Procreation, masturbation, sensation. (Woo-hoo!)
Why you beholdin' my ♥♥♥♥?!

Bustin' rhymes, doin' crimes forever,
that's no way to live prehistorically.
Time keeps turnin', mimes keep yearnin' for freedom,
eternally screaming in desperate futility.

Thirst quenching, burst clenching,
gripping my .45. (click-clock)
Break yourself piece of that Kit-Kat bars, ♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥!

Money, money, ain't it dumb,
money, money, get you money.
Please help me get money, honey bunny.
Thenceforth hereby I require copious money to pay taxes.

Fraud prevention
Broad intention extension. (Woo-hoo!)
Time freezes when I sneezes
(achoo!)

Where the road letses,
turn around now!
I forgot my pen is huge,
can't fit in my breast pocket.

Nathadniel me,
dinosaur brain small!
Nathadniel smash pen!
Breastpocket give Nathadniel storage.

So, me forage for shiny .45.
Bust if you thrust,
trust you gut.

1st Rule of Cricket:
NEVER call the bat narrow! What the bat is, is very very wide... and very very short.

This guy's a hacker, tried to steal my sand king items. Thanks for protecting me valve.