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Originally Posted by JahroamDaGod
primal rage and brutal blood,
Ill batters age, now who is up?
pour a sinner's gain into beautiful cups,
stitch a song of sixpence, the doctor's in and suture's cut
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solely pool pole position ya team down in them daytona's
get flames all corn rolled cha know i'm cold as ice
sick as the golden fleece trying to be a beast all over this place making minds fall out like boys with no spines trying to think they can slime/