| Probability | Text |
|---|
| 66% | The Rapper is locked up in an unholy cave With the flood of the rocks he is waiting for a grave The time has come to chill, torture and brush his bones We try to smash his bones, but we find out he has known | ▶️ |
| 69% | Time, honey, sex, nothing, this whole situation is getting way out of hand. I mean, there's people living here at our expense, we're taking care of their problems. | ▶️ |
| 69% | Melon. Go check out the other side. See you next time. | ▶️ |
| 65% | through to March 2015. Around ten years later the coronavirus et cetera decreased. So, next time I send out thebrate and sound integ mobility | ▶️ |
| 65% | Time out, later! | ▶️ |
| 70% | Time has run out. The alien embryo implanted in your brain is released. You die. | ▶️ |
| 65% | I'm thinking I'm speaking for the whole gender call man Just pull the skin back and forth and hit it to a fantasy No sex with five bombs at one time or more This rhyme is to mate and mate They are making of the awakened, the masturbation blues No faking or breaking for the late nights to the awaken If you're so ugly or lazy, you don't get a dip Just touch your own dick or clit again, again and again All day and day, every damn day, you know what I'm saying Jerk up an Italian representative for the whole VD saga And they told, masturbation blues karma Grab your dick, tip, slick, not like the rick, thick Natalia mustn't hurt, glitch, remember what we said Vocal slang, now get loose on the mic for the crash, boom bang This masturbation blues slang, get taken to words that got out of the horny nerd | ▶️ |
| 65% | Time out, later! | ▶️ |
| 69% | Backing together with rain for 40 days, Aye I like Slain's, but I can't show no pain. My headache, enormous proportions, The size of a bucket, painkillers can't touch it. Show what my little brother's gone. Now I'm torn apart as I stand with the knife. At my heart, we shared the good and the bad times. When walls broke out to the store, it was half time. Remember she came back, yo, And we got beatings with the Hot Wheel Track. I felt the hurt from your own predicament. Lost the scholarship, can't play pro board with torn ligaments. Career suddenly ended, your goal was offended. Suicide, death tips recommended to try black, But you were not versed as we blessed the earth. So let us pour the wine, preventing suicide. So | ▶️ |
