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FUCK YOU IF I SAW YOU ON THE STREET I'D FUCKIN SLIT YO THROAT 4 BAD MOUTHIN MAH CLIQUE, IF U FUCK WITH A STUNTA AGAIN IMMA 187 YO BITCH ASS SO FAST U WON'T KNOW WHAT SHIT HIT YA.
DA ICY HOT STUNTAZ ALWAYS ROLL UP IN DA HOTTEST CARZ AND BE FUCKIN DA HOTTEST HOES, SO IF U PLAYA HATIN U MUST BE JEALOUS.
IM SICK OF THESE TRANCE ******S CLOGGIN MAH FUCKIN STYLE AND HATIN ON OUR GAME.
FUCK U.
- IM OUT
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The father made fetuses with flesh licking ladies / While you and your mother were asleep in the trailer park / Thunderous sparks from the dark of the stadiums / The music and medicine you needed for comforting / So make all your fat, fleshy fingers fingers to moving / And pluck all your silly strings and / Bend all your notes for me and / Soft silly music is meaningful, magical / The movements were beautiful / All in your ovaries / All of them milking with green fleshy flowers / While powerful pistons were sugary sweet machines, / Smelling of semen all under the garden / Was all you were needing when you still believed in me.
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