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Cancer, Cancer, Cancer I know you well, we go a long way back you wanted to **** my mum, starting with her ******* and then fondling my dad's ***** wrecking homes wherever you go. Who's next? We build rays to keep you out what are you all about? You like those children, too, you pervert. Cysts, cysts, cysts, he who will be kissed, will be missed. Who's next? People blow on your cigarettes while you **** the life out of them, cutting their hair off, sending off moans. Listen to their groans. Why do you wanna see their bones? Who's next?
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Jun 23, 2015
Jun 23, 2015 at 7:26 AM UTC
Cancer, the Nymphomaniac
Cancer, Cancer, Cancer I know you well, we go a long way back you wanted to **** my mum, starting with her ******* and then fondling my dad's ***** wrecking homes wherever you go. Who's next? We build rays to keep you out what are you all about? You like those children, too, you pervert. Cysts, cysts, cysts, he who will be kissed, will be missed. Who's next? People blow on your cigarettes while you **** the life out of them, cutting their hair off, sending off moans. Listen to their groans. Why do you wanna see their bones? Who's next?
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Jun 23, 2015
Jun 23, 2015 at 7:26 AM UTC
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