Hello, Mr. Broke-Acid
Amen, I see that this is my graduator
Geek from West Tokyo, Jesus from Death Porno
When our songs agree and pour
What's that for? Garden of vegetable?
You know, we stand up shit
I'm getting setta what could go in-out
Better off the same
Latch your sale
Break your planner's lame
That's your name
Justice is on my hands
You know?
You're fake
And I said I really get shooting
Better off rumbling
Something graduator, wait for a second
I can believe that they will see VC
You're bloody steer
Oh, what's wrong right, canny can be or worn out
I'm alone born and came
Around again the saunter
Ever who done it, waiting the dummy
Hard beggar wetter sheeny
Can't you fit and feel me?
Yummy that men are lying again
That fee descends
This is maybe array
Again be that will 'sup you
Can't you fic it
Trick it
Track it
Sup it
Gob it?
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I will decide it
I want the kindest
I will seeside it
Can so pore it
I want the kindest
I will seeside it
I will see, baby
I can be sorry
I want so hold me
I can stay party
I will not sell me
I can see magic
I can stay party
I will not sell me
I can see magic
I waste you, baby
I can talk feline
I feel delaying
I can force party
I'm nasty came in
I wait till moment
I'm destinating
I can do party
I will see, baby
I want the party
I'm asshole, maybe
I waste your magic
Am I the kindest?
WHAT'S UP MY DEATH SEAT?