so now i seen the country 11000 miles of road and some laughing kansas policeguy with 97 miles of my hour. chicken skips and dances a ranchers dance in south dakota bringing up three girls by himself and keeping watch for storms he sips his beer, plays a shot of pool white hat adorned with pink feather half souix half not and he told me that my name wasn't jameel it was shaquille, and "i'm gonna call you... Shaq." alright chicken, if you're sure, then i must be shaq. it's a strange place amerika.Birth sign: Cancer
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