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Every soldier in town on the trail to deploy,
Not much to avail it's a fallible ploy,
With how much I'm around I'm failing my boy,
She made lunch but it's stale I'll just mail her a toy,
Sometimes it sucks being a Male cuz now I'm sailing for troy,
I'm Odysseus,
I'm bringing fifty ships,
I'll be on an Odyssey probly pissing off the God of sea,
There's no stopping me,
I got the God's with me,
No one's on top of me,
me,
With the snap of a wrist,
I sent them running backwards back to their ships,
I'm laughing their pissed,
I turn my axe into whips,
Her accent and lips,
Filled many caskets a witch,
Filling my baskets I'm rich
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