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Class action **** the faction, fender bending Render useless Car crash contusions bruised, burnt, alive Crying from the pain Pail full of optional rain Falling unjustly Criminals mostly understand Benefits eat up micromanage nymphos Following photos sold and sod off Getting ****** time and time again Sawed off block head Chopping block Reset Rest again Hospital bed ... I woke up crying Time to try something new New age medicine Stomach out the world Something out the blue Moving too much Shut the **** up Blunderbuss meets bell Barely able to hear Noisy as hell Death is quite near Airbag lining Windbag silence Far too much Plastic in my lungs Wind for the sails Bailing out the titanic with a pail Pale, like formaldehyde Toxin lawsuit Not a drop to spare Do you got the time Nine months to a dime Rebirth is off the table Eat the pie (If you're able) ******* mistake I misspoke Slowpoke, speed up Runt Get stunted from birth Mirth in the face of change The fire's still burning If you'd sacrifice a turn I'd be more than grateful if you could Rain on my parade For a ounce of gold Cleaning out my brain And the thoughts untold Over protective claims And I'm lying back Lying bout my name Just to make it back Wired shut jaw I mean that two ways Split it up right Money and pain
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May 16, 2017
May 16, 2017 at 4:14 AM UTC
Class action
Class action **** the faction, fender bending Render useless Car crash contusions bruised, burnt, alive Crying from the pain Pail full of optional rain Falling unjustly Criminals mostly understand Benefits eat up micromanage nymphos Following photos sold and sod off Getting ****** time and time again Sawed off block head Chopping block Reset Rest again Hospital bed ... I woke up crying Time to try something new New age medicine Stomach out the world Something out the blue Moving too much Shut the **** up Blunderbuss meets bell Barely able to hear Noisy as hell Death is quite near Airbag lining Windbag silence Far too much Plastic in my lungs Wind for the sails Bailing out the titanic with a pail Pale, like formaldehyde Toxin lawsuit Not a drop to spare Do you got the time Nine months to a dime Rebirth is off the table Eat the pie (If you're able) ******* mistake I misspoke Slowpoke, speed up Runt Get stunted from birth Mirth in the face of change The fire's still burning If you'd sacrifice a turn I'd be more than grateful if you could Rain on my parade For a ounce of gold Cleaning out my brain And the thoughts untold Over protective claims And I'm lying back Lying bout my name Just to make it back Wired shut jaw I mean that two ways Split it up right Money and pain
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May 16, 2017
May 16, 2017 at 4:14 AM UTC
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