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Post by mmisk27 on Sept 8, 2005 19:15:17 GMT -5
One, two, Darko's coming for you.
Three, four, gonna mop the floor.
Five, six, break your bones like sticks.
Seven , eight, gonna seal your fate.
Nine, Ten, you'll never score again!
Beeeatch!
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Post by phillyphan on Sept 9, 2005 16:30:05 GMT -5
0 points awarded, its the shortest trash talk to date, and it just seemed like it was something that you thought of while taking a crap. Remember it doesn't have to rhyme. Your other trash talks have been very good. And they didn't rhyme. Have I mentioned that it really doesn't matter to me if it rhymes or not?
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