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this ain't no art, man, this is just a careless whisper this is just George Michael singing in your stereo this is just your bourgeois-blues this is merely a bewilderment this is not the art, you know it, you ****** you **** you chronic masturbator you who dare to write on the internet dancing with yo papa' shoes and in yo mama' lingerie ah, look at yourself, a human miracle Angel of a foreign Harlem, you who wasted all away, speaking in foreign tongues inside the thighs of a british stripper, you idiot you ***** and when i'm done i'll come for you, like a **** like a dog sniffin' and slidin' in your park in your ***** trailer park there with your fat-fuck-husband stalkin' yo every move you ***** you **** and when i'm done i'll look for you, simple as that simple as an Einstein formula served to you on exotic dishes by Norma from Twin Peaks, cars for the missus and furs for the mistress and when you'll die you'll **** between all your champagne wishes and it'll be ******* ridiculous. But that's life, babe. Get down on thursday, drains you in May. You ***** so be-my-babe i say be-my-babe in black and white like the Ramones or the Ronettes or the Rolling Stone - i still want to know how your insides look like, - i still want to save your capitalist nature in my mother's fridge, - i still want to fly high on a jet plane with you, alone, with or without needs, crashing on our bridge. I love you- love me! I put my gun in your hands. I push it. I shovel it. My bones are broken bound by all the words i never dared to say - and here, my love, right here, i put IT in my mouth, i feel the cold steel in my tongue, -- how much blood from such a tiny hole, Lizaveta!-- and this, and so much more. but please, i say please, would you feed me? would you need me? i'm a little angel drowning in candies who's eating his heart out and ******** his candy ah, would you say this? Would you? Just because it ain't cool? Well if i'm not cool i'll drive my kite all night and take my lunchbox and shoot Panama down and shoot Mexico down and shoot a *** smoker down and shoot a crack dealer down and shoot a beer dealer down and shoot Mexico down shoot Osaka down Kabrula kaysay Brula Amal amala senda Kumahn Brendhaa! Kabrula kaysay Brula Amal amala senda Kumahn Brendhaa! my love will gun down all your school Look at me - i say, look at me! *Kabrula kaysay Brula Amal amala senda Kumahn Brendhaa! Kabrula kaysay Brula Amal amala senda Kumahn Brendhaa!* and don't you forget to say my name, as i'll **** YOUR SKULL
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Oct 22, 2015
Oct 22, 2015 at 11:34 AM UTC
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this ain't no art, man, this is just a careless whisper this is just George Michael singing in your stereo this is just your bourgeois-blues this is merely a bewilderment this is not the art, you know it, you ****** you **** you chronic masturbator you who dare to write on the internet dancing with yo papa' shoes and in yo mama' lingerie ah, look at yourself, a human miracle Angel of a foreign Harlem, you who wasted all away, speaking in foreign tongues inside the thighs of a british stripper, you idiot you ***** and when i'm done i'll come for you, like a **** like a dog sniffin' and slidin' in your park in your ***** trailer park there with your fat-fuck-husband stalkin' yo every move you ***** you **** and when i'm done i'll look for you, simple as that simple as an Einstein formula served to you on exotic dishes by Norma from Twin Peaks, cars for the missus and furs for the mistress and when you'll die you'll **** between all your champagne wishes and it'll be ******* ridiculous. But that's life, babe. Get down on thursday, drains you in May. You ***** so be-my-babe i say be-my-babe in black and white like the Ramones or the Ronettes or the Rolling Stone - i still want to know how your insides look like, - i still want to save your capitalist nature in my mother's fridge, - i still want to fly high on a jet plane with you, alone, with or without needs, crashing on our bridge. I love you- love me! I put my gun in your hands. I push it. I shovel it. My bones are broken bound by all the words i never dared to say - and here, my love, right here, i put IT in my mouth, i feel the cold steel in my tongue, -- how much blood from such a tiny hole, Lizaveta!-- and this, and so much more. but please, i say please, would you feed me? would you need me? i'm a little angel drowning in candies who's eating his heart out and ******** his candy ah, would you say this? Would you? Just because it ain't cool? Well if i'm not cool i'll drive my kite all night and take my lunchbox and shoot Panama down and shoot Mexico down and shoot a *** smoker down and shoot a crack dealer down and shoot a beer dealer down and shoot Mexico down shoot Osaka down Kabrula kaysay Brula Amal amala senda Kumahn Brendhaa! Kabrula kaysay Brula Amal amala senda Kumahn Brendhaa! my love will gun down all your school Look at me - i say, look at me! *Kabrula kaysay Brula Amal amala senda Kumahn Brendhaa! Kabrula kaysay Brula Amal amala senda Kumahn Brendhaa!* and don't you forget to say my name, as i'll **** YOUR SKULL
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Oct 22, 2015
Oct 22, 2015 at 11:34 AM UTC
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