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Feb 2016
You know when its real late?
And your torn between mass debate
Or *******
It leaves you in a real state
But its down to fate
If I'm irate or I elate
Try to seperate
So I'm not desperate
And I could equate
This to being full of hate
But I couldn't mate
I'm just a reprobate
Creepstar
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Creepstar  Pig Town
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