WINNER, WINNER! CHICKEN BALL SACK
Winner, winner. Chicken ball sack.
Look who got tonight’s first four pack.
From whence he went and whence he came,
Jonesy threw the bags of fame.
Give the man his proper dues.
Pat his back and lick his shoes.
Took the money from the pot,
Thinks he’s steamy dung so hot.
Congrats to Jonesy, enjoy the glow.
We admire ya, friend or foe.
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