The Tina Fey charades with the Chesapeake Bay.
I am of the Light, and light on my feet.
And this ain't Holy Ground, the Bottomless Pit that's bound.
And no Sols here, but this Soul 4 Real.
To kill for thrills, the Kill Bill, to fight.
And we as high as a kite, the vampyric love bite.
To chase the bitch with his tail in between his legs.
And they havin ditch parties, we fulfill the keg.
At the end of the race after the first leg.
And thas y no one wants to incarnate as Ted.
So our skin that sheds, with ur bed set ablaze.
At noon, the Loony Tune, and we be like vroom vroom with no room.
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