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today was a bad day got a call, that i can say they want my money they want my head i was surprised and a bit sad dont you worry said my soul they can have your money but they can´t have your gold just cant bear the pressure just cant comply with holes need to strike them back need to pitch them black i will throw the money and drink their blood i will **** their ******* and do it alone they can have my money but never my soul they can take my bed but never my crown
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Jan 5, 2015
Jan 5, 2015 at 3:43 PM UTC
money, blood, soul
today was a bad day got a call, that i can say they want my money they want my head i was surprised and a bit sad dont you worry said my soul they can have your money but they can´t have your gold just cant bear the pressure just cant comply with holes need to strike them back need to pitch them black i will throw the money and drink their blood i will **** their ******* and do it alone they can have my money but never my soul they can take my bed but never my crown
they want it whole jet i am happy with my golden crown
henry-u
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Jan 5, 2015
Jan 5, 2015 at 3:43 PM UTC
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