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. tiky torches, and not football hooligan red flares?! i want gnashing teeth.... the red worm... i want the crude.... waiting feud! you, don't, make, dictum, in, this, part, of, the world! nein!    you, can, have, your women! but, not, the, ego, of males! **** you, and your colonialist past rewrite! **** you... dr. dre, ****** so no, what becomes musicological click-bait?!      ****** ****** yo **   ******* term gets... owned?!        like *vomito ***** making reference to the black plague?!    you do your ****** bit, i do mine... and we meet in the middle... and then... we crash and burn...    for whatever it's worth... now catch me petting rottweilers... heavy headed craniums...    ready to bullwhip a gnash of a raiding bullish cranium head-butt...   just, gagging, to perform, the jaw-swapping gnash! sure... big, bogus, jaw dropping crude... of a count of teeth...    but...     i'm itching... itching to fasten onto a feast     of a fist; not in eastern europe, ******     you come here... you play by our rules... the whole               anti-rap... the whole        hip hop scene of Warsaw...    no, not really... i'm not exactly part of either, "scene"... god...   i haven't even allowed myself to use edgy words...     girl worth a ***** but to succumb to motherhood? i'm a heavy drinker, i'm not exactly the moralizer; wrap up, clean the shit-show... and forget i even managed to circumstance a narrative.
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Aug 16, 2018
Aug 16, 2018 at 10:48 PM UTC
the red worm
. tiky torches, and not football hooligan red flares?! i want gnashing teeth.... the red worm... i want the crude.... waiting feud! you, don't, make, dictum, in, this, part, of, the world! nein!    you, can, have, your women! but, not, the, ego, of males! **** you, and your colonialist past rewrite! **** you... dr. dre, ****** so no, what becomes musicological click-bait?!      ****** ****** yo **   ******* term gets... owned?!        like *vomito ***** making reference to the black plague?!    you do your ****** bit, i do mine... and we meet in the middle... and then... we crash and burn...    for whatever it's worth... now catch me petting rottweilers... heavy headed craniums...    ready to bullwhip a gnash of a raiding bullish cranium head-butt...   just, gagging, to perform, the jaw-swapping gnash! sure... big, bogus, jaw dropping crude... of a count of teeth...    but...     i'm itching... itching to fasten onto a feast     of a fist; not in eastern europe, ******     you come here... you play by our rules... the whole               anti-rap... the whole        hip hop scene of Warsaw...    no, not really... i'm not exactly part of either, "scene"... god...   i haven't even allowed myself to use edgy words...     girl worth a ***** but to succumb to motherhood? i'm a heavy drinker, i'm not exactly the moralizer; wrap up, clean the shit-show... and forget i even managed to circumstance a narrative.
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Aug 16, 2018
Aug 16, 2018 at 10:48 PM UTC
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