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Wrecking BallCategory: Parody Songs
Thursday, 23 October 2014
01:46:14 PM (GMT)
Remember when I was a ten and did not look like a guy
My hair was long, I had clothes on
But now I get nude and cry 

Since the VMA’s all the people say
I am a total skank 

Grinded Robin Thicke made the whole crowd sick
Especially the Smith’s

I’m basically a wrecking ball for the youth of America
All I want is to brainwash them all with my massive nipples under my tee

We must be like Miley 

Now watch me ride a ball and try to make a seductive face
But creepily I totally look just like Nicholas Cage

Time for me to lick this hammer like it’s a big metal pen1s
I’ll lick anything for more attention this condom looks delish 

I’ve been looking for this, put some god damn clothes on. You sicko! 

I’m naked on a wrecking ball showing off my pale boobs and butt
Now I’m dry humping a broken wall
I went to Disney to twerk crazed and skanky
I need to get therapy 

Excuse me I’m here for the p0rn
Bend over girl let’s make this quick 

What do you mean? This is not p0rn 

Then why the hell are you naked? 

Because I’m a wannabe whore who sluts it up to get more views. 

So that means we don’t have to screw? 


Excuse me! 

You are too dirty for Ron Jeremy. Sorry sweetie it’s true. 

I ruined a beautiful song with a disgusting video. 

OK, this has gone on way too long. You, need to get off our – our construction

How do you expect us to work with a crazy anorexic chick swinging naked from our

And licking and humping everything she sees. 

Sorry, but I’m not leaving. 

Oh, no, now she’s twerking. 

Dear, god, just kill us now please!

Thank’s Liam. 

Believe me, it was my pleasure.

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