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Like a Soprano on a boat two miles off the New Joisey coast!

You'll be swimming with the fishes and becoming their slimy dishes.

Beats my usual making wishes and being superficious...

Wtf is fishes so hard to rhyme with?

Fishes squishes Trish's bootylicious.

Squishes? Hell, you're vicious. Someone call my Missus!

This is Mrs. Switches, coming for the bitches.

It has been said that the bitches end upwith stitches from me being too big for my britches.