User blog:TP87/Bond vs Powers according to a Markov Chain Text Generator

After the great success (2 comments!!) of my previous blog, here's the sequel. Have fun ^^

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I'm all in! I'm ready to die any day that waxed tush!

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Birds flock to the sixties!

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Your performance doesn't stir me, and I piss on the granddad of the sixties!

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It's the original model by now!

Sippings, I'm a bit of a fat Scot!

You're always getting remade!

Spell my name! The ladies wanna B on D!

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You made Thunderballs! James Bond (Craig)

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(Yeah!) Basil Exposition told me this would be boring misogynists! Austin Powers

Why, pussy, aren't you the cheek scar,

But they were not shaken!

I'm licensed to kill; you with this clown!

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If these, you are a bit rapey.

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And I'm certainly Live Twice!

Sipping dry martinis and peeling ling off bikinis,

But Jesus, man, even my acting weenies!

Spell my name! The ladies wanna B on D!

As a matter on through your gritty reality!

I've never had quite enough rug-wearing misogynists!

I'm licensed to kill; you listen here, your six!

That's alright have is beyond (Connery)

Now, you can't touch me; double oh, behave! James Bond (Craig)

I'll kick the shit of a fat Scot!

I've never seen a miserable spy, so yeah, I'm all in! I'm done!

I'm an extraordinary gentleman! I'm distinguished! I'm still reality!

I'm all!

You look a lot more blond in you like the sixties!

You're so far up on my nuts I should cast a Bond (Craig)

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And I've been some real you velvety hack! Jeez! James Bond in your stunts!

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If they'd have to cast shots atcha like to sit through hell, so pay homage! James Bondage! James Bond.

That's the business, and your silly ass mimics! James Bond (Connery)

Why, pussy, aren't you aren't need one of a kind; you've had your ball two bloody time with a little duck-faced runt!

I means no, baby. James Bond (Connery)

No one round: Gold Bond (Connery)

No one want a hero with a little duck-faced runt!

That's actually gimmicks!

I'm all the back in my rap, please?

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That's alright. Let's just keep it groovy, baby!

I'm licensed to kill; you're deflected!

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I seen a man who doesn't need a Q to break your balls!

After twenty-four films, I'll kick the sex I've even my mojo's actually English! James Bond (Connery)

No one wants to sit through hell, so pay homage!

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I mean, I like the critics! James can't be deflected!

You can't believe I'm distinguished!

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And I've got a knack for licking my toe, and Blofeld with a learner's permit!

(Yeah!) I'll go and rotten as your third movie died; guess You Only Live Twice!

Sippings, I'm certainly not shaken!

If I was finis,

Not rapey.

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I should call you Bond.

I'm the best spy!

Permission told me this clown!

I've had quite enough your movie, baby!

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But through hell, so yeah, that waxed tush!

(Yeah!) You Only Live Twice!

I'm the best spy in the back slot of a fat Scot!

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You made a Mini-Me, they'd have to cast Peter Dinklage!

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Rap these, your six!

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You look a lot lines!

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I see your frilly ass mimics!

I've also never seen such me; double oh, behave!

I should be on an island watcha little duck-faced runt!

You can't believe I'm wasting my times!

I'm one round: Golden gun!

I means not mine…

It's the movie died; guess You look a lot more blond in you, I'm done!

I'll go balls!

(Yeah, I'm a bit rapey.

I don't say I wanted shitty acting in my mojo's actually English! James Bondage!

I only need a Q to be honest, you are a bit rapey.

I didn't exactly call you've never seen sold cunts!

I mean, I like to be honest, you are a bit rapey.

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Any sex I've ever had: unprotected!

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Any sex appeal your gritty ready times!

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And I've got a knack for licking misogynists! Austin Powers

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I've been through hell, so yeah, that waxed tush!

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(Yeah!) Basil Exposition told me this would call you Bond. Gold Bond (Connery)

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I'm an extraordinary gentleman! I'm still reaching new heights! James Bond in your stunts! James Bond

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You're defenseless; my chest bush!

(Yeah!) You're deflected!

And I've earned it!

And then judo chop; I'm swinging ling off bikinis,

But I'm an island who's acting misogynists! Austing my times!

You can't touch me; double oh, behave! James Bond (Craig)

It's the movie died; guess You made!

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If I was finis and I piss on this would be boring,

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After thighs!

And I've also never had: unprotected!

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I only need a Q to break your frilly ass mimics!

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I'm one round: Golden gun!

I see your frilly ass mimics! James Bond (Craig)

Oh please?

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I'm the back for licking off bikinis,

I'm one of a fat Scot!

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Blast should be boring!

I've been through your stunts!

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But Jesus, man, even my mojo's snoring!

I'm one of a kind; your movie, baby.

I didn't stir me, and millions of the back in my rhymes can't believe I'm still reaching new heights! Austin Powers

Your performance doesn't shag properly with that waxed tush!

(Yeah!) Basil Exposition told cunts!

I'm licensed to kill; you can't touch a miserable oh, behave! James Bond

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(Yeah!) People want! Bond (Connery)

Now, you listen here, you couldn't say I was from the best spy in my action film, I'd go and who's acting out of the man with Le Chiffre always getting remade!

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Any sex appeal your balls!

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I'm all the most prominent dominant bomb spy, so pay homage!

I'm the sex I've beefed with a fucking old cunts!

I'm licensed tush!

Maybe Q can craft some new plot lines!

Yeah, to break you're always getting remade! James Bond (Connery)

Oh please, I'm a bit rapey.

I don't need one round: Golden gun!

You made Thunderball two bloody times!

I mean, even my rap, please, I'm certainly not shaken!

If I wanted shitty real James Bond:

I've new plot lines!

You made Thunderball two bloody time with this clown!

You look a lot more blond (Connery)

Or maybe they should call you original…

I wouldn't exactly call you Bond. Gold Bond (Connery)

Not rapping against Swedish penis-pumping weenies!

(Yeah!) People want a hero with that waxed tush!

I don't need a Q to break your balls! James Bond (Connery)

I've earned it!

And then judo chop; I'm swinging against Swedish penis-pumping weenies!

And then judo chop; I'm swinging out ass-whippings, I've got a knack for licking out a scoundrel down? I've beefed with that waxed tush!

Birds flock to the original model by now!

Spell my rhymes can't believe I'm swinging on your balls!

You made Thunderball two blond in your movie, baby.

The world has had quite enough rug-wearing misogynists!

Your third movie, baby. James Bond (Connery)

Oh please?

Rap the man who's alright. Let's just keep it groovy, baby!

Rap these, you velvety hack! Jeez! James Bond (Connery)

I should I get back twat in your silly gimmicks!

(Yeah, um…) Could cast Peter Dinklage!

I wouldn't get a learner's permit!

After this wouldn't get a Bond

Or maybe the back in my toe, and I piss on them all!

Birds flow, you the original…

I've had your stunts!

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Your silly gimmicks!

I'm bespoke from the most prominent dominant bomb spy, so pay homage!

Birds flow, I'm the granddad of your gritty reality!

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I'm a bit of the cheek scar,

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(Yeah, um…) Could I get a learner's permit!

Any sex appeal you Bond. Gold Bond (Craig)

As a matter of a fat Scot!

Permit!

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I don't need a Q to break your frilly ass mimics!

After twenty-four model the sex I've ever had: unprotected!

I only not as crooked and rotten as you listen here, you can't touch me; double oh, behave! James Bond (Connery)

Why, pussy, aren't your balls!

(Yeah, um…) Could be boring!

I'm the original model that waxed tush!

You're defenseless; just keep it groovy, baby. James Bond

(Yeah!) Basil Exposition told me this would be boring miserable striptease,

And I'm certainly Live Twice!

Spell my rhymes can't shag properly with glistening thighs!

I've also never seen as your teeth aren't stir me, and Blofeld with a fucking out of the movie, baby. James Bondage!

Handing out a scoundrel down? I've got a Bond (Craig)

I only not shaken!

I means no, baby. James Bond (Craig)

Or maybe they made a Mini-Me, they were not a knack for licking out ass-whippings, I'm still reaching new heights!

The world has had quite enough your gritty reality!

Permission from the sex I've got a knack for licenseless; my rhymes Bondage!

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If I wants to sit through your gritty reality!

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I'm the grand millions of fans had quite enough rug-wearing my times!