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(part one)

My dick so tall

Don Quixote fightin’ it

My dick so long

David Foster writin’ it

My dick swing low

Don Corleone scared of it

My dick swing high

Chabon goin to tear it up

My dick so excellent

Lancelot knightin it

My dick a winnin’ prize

Shoot Shirley Jackson in the eyes

(part two)

Gilman, Charlotte Perkins

Know what’ll get you twerkin’

Yeah, Franzen he correctin

But ain’t no disrespectin

Cuz Franzen, he wanna get he hand in

Capote, he wanna smoke more than peyote

Atwood, shit girl, you know I got wood

What rhymes with orange?

HUNG LARGE

Sit down Cormac McCarthy

Cause my dick like a horsey

James Joyce followin’ Ulysses

Yeah you ain’t seen these testes

By my calculation

Jane don’t need no Persuasion

Dickens man you got patience

But I got these Great Expectations

Brontë ladies all on the moor

Gather round for this grand tour

You all huntin this sperm whale

I’ll call all y’all ISHMAEL

(part three)

My dick got bite, my dick got bark

My dick got science friction like Arthur C. Clarke

My dick got  wick, my dick ignite

My dick got flight like Richard Wright

My dick badda-bow, my dick badda- bing

My dick long and scary like Stephen King

My dick the secret that deliver

So follow Joe Conrad up dat river