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I’m only a geek in image When I eat my spinach, an increase in fitness Then I can make a demon grimace Have it *** its britches Needing stitches after getting beaten witless Though most just become a ceased existence My fights are violent This time it’s birds and stars from the tire iron Many burns and scars from the prior sirens The doc’s shocked I can still stand, caught in jams I’ve been popped and slammed, hit with pots and pans Shot with glocks and cannons Bombs and banana peels, even dropped off canyons I’ve been flattened with a Range Rover And blasted with a flame thrower Whether I’m bold or insane, I never fold from the pain Even with bullet holes in my brain Next foe I scuffle, I’ll put an anvil in a pie and throw it in his face Put his **** on a mantle and pridefully show it to my mates
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Oct 2, 2024
Oct 2, 2024 at 7:29 PM UTC
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I’m only a geek in image When I eat my spinach, an increase in fitness Then I can make a demon grimace Have it *** its britches Needing stitches after getting beaten witless Though most just become a ceased existence My fights are violent This time it’s birds and stars from the tire iron Many burns and scars from the prior sirens The doc’s shocked I can still stand, caught in jams I’ve been popped and slammed, hit with pots and pans Shot with glocks and cannons Bombs and banana peels, even dropped off canyons I’ve been flattened with a Range Rover And blasted with a flame thrower Whether I’m bold or insane, I never fold from the pain Even with bullet holes in my brain Next foe I scuffle, I’ll put an anvil in a pie and throw it in his face Put his **** on a mantle and pridefully show it to my mates
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Oct 2, 2024
Oct 2, 2024 at 7:29 PM UTC
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