Is there anyone close.. by.. who can to this? And who can see it.. as day Look how it falls Falls upon everybody! is it
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My friends are the you sit on, lickin a profit popsic' food is just a necessity between sitcom watchin Soak up image instead of black marks on papyrus Fabric logic, where true to dirt go incogninant Think of soup nazi, empatzi project copy Books will farenheits, quality of life flesh sliced daylight quota, pop luck lottery info Gigapet rapist, pedophile disco Sensationalist function of truth, ass fetish Glass lo-cal profile, the year's fiscal Workin family, jowe, boot camp group home kid, idolized cartoon missile Mostly, lonely, life arena scream when you don't listen closely Switchblade amaze young gun brooklyn blood Immature menendez Crystal method lover, buy the bottle, captive mc's got little cocks on teeth with fillings out like magnets Caught up in the dragnet, Shoula packed a plastic handheld shark repellant I sense the tension building, since killing K-9's roam trained our Culture murder politic Policy ? ? backtrack, caught up in a tune from fat cap I told him it was art but got laughed at Burner concoction on hot celsius And for the fatal facial, spray deface you Sooner than never, most lawless progress Fuck the bullshit, I react to acid flux product definitive rape train bottle burners or books, fuck that!
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