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I'm King of the ***** Dragging my jaws of life claws all the way to the vault doors like where's my barnacle crown at Now is that anyway to treat your Lord I'll rat-a-tat-tat across every carnivore like that bloated comet did the dinosaurs Only a coward feasts on a corpse that's why my food stays with its pulse
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Sep 1, 2016
Sep 1, 2016 at 9:33 AM UTC
King of The *****
I'm King of the ***** Dragging my jaws of life claws all the way to the vault doors like where's my barnacle crown at Now is that anyway to treat your Lord I'll rat-a-tat-tat across every carnivore like that bloated comet did the dinosaurs Only a coward feasts on a corpse that's why my food stays with its pulse
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Sep 1, 2016
Sep 1, 2016 at 9:33 AM UTC
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