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Lethal Lethal! my words are medieval...What's a church to sinners if there all evil? Others watch as the camel dives through the eye of a needle I spit that professor-x direct to your cerebral....am evil Knievel...I jump off my white horse into a pile of beetles my crooked style is... Lethal...Weapon 5..tell Riggs to put the weapons high.. I call cannabis to the floor to handle this Fingers bent back, will leave you handless I cut the lights and blind your brain from your mental manuscript with no Bic in hand..my words write themselves quicker than quick sand..You must be a toilet because I am The **** man And sadly I have diarrhea...but strangely I **** hard bars...the size of pizzeria's made of bricks Now how can you deliver a punch line with a swollen fist? I quickly rip your lumbar-5 call it open Disc....hope your recording this... Now watch me, Sammy Sosa, this **** in the form of words...I'm not sure if this is appropriate... Keep your eyes open kiddddss!! That's how the Chinese cookie crumbles, guess that's unfortunate. I can see the future, it's an anorexic clock your time is running thin.
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Oct 19, 2016
Oct 19, 2016 at 11:27 AM UTC
Lethal
Lethal Lethal! my words are medieval...What's a church to sinners if there all evil? Others watch as the camel dives through the eye of a needle I spit that professor-x direct to your cerebral....am evil Knievel...I jump off my white horse into a pile of beetles my crooked style is... Lethal...Weapon 5..tell Riggs to put the weapons high.. I call cannabis to the floor to handle this Fingers bent back, will leave you handless I cut the lights and blind your brain from your mental manuscript with no Bic in hand..my words write themselves quicker than quick sand..You must be a toilet because I am The **** man And sadly I have diarrhea...but strangely I **** hard bars...the size of pizzeria's made of bricks Now how can you deliver a punch line with a swollen fist? I quickly rip your lumbar-5 call it open Disc....hope your recording this... Now watch me, Sammy Sosa, this **** in the form of words...I'm not sure if this is appropriate... Keep your eyes open kiddddss!! That's how the Chinese cookie crumbles, guess that's unfortunate. I can see the future, it's an anorexic clock your time is running thin.
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Oct 19, 2016
Oct 19, 2016 at 11:27 AM UTC
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