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Your wikipedia page is as boring as you playing mage and adoring the exploring of maps and falling for traps without fighting the wight in the dungeon at night. Your life is climbing a hill with no path in sight, no one who will respond to you begging to bond so you're rubbing your wand while I'm clubbing with your blonde b*tch, which I ditch, leave behind, beyond cheeky I grind before the eyes you crave as you drop to your demise from the eye sore, pink in the stink, so vile, I smile because you didn't make a save file.
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Jun 19, 2019
Jun 19, 2019 at 5:39 PM UTC
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Your wikipedia page is as boring as you playing mage and adoring the exploring of maps and falling for traps without fighting the wight in the dungeon at night. Your life is climbing a hill with no path in sight, no one who will respond to you begging to bond so you're rubbing your wand while I'm clubbing with your blonde b*tch, which I ditch, leave behind, beyond cheeky I grind before the eyes you crave as you drop to your demise from the eye sore, pink in the stink, so vile, I smile because you didn't make a save file.
Ouchie, owie, yikes, the skyrim rap = bars. extra, didn't make the cut: Don't rush your fingers to your eye when you die in a game, don't claim you didn't, cause I saw the digits disappear, going near your rear and clearly you came, lacking class, from the tension in your *ss.
Daan
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Belgian
Jun 19, 2019
Jun 19, 2019 at 5:39 PM UTC
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