| Probability | Text |
|---|
| 96% | Losing me, half the master, half the quas for fucking me Me chasing out on all five of the ghosts I can't think, think of how the master say How to start making the three of us hang far Hang far, and I was hanging far Love to me, they were the problem of the same If I could go to all day seeing me cry Fawning in the causes, get a rose from the forces There's glass in my department for the puns I wanna make them think of shoes and posits And fuck them and make real fun Nobody sing a fuck when you sing before Get enough heart to breathe Leave to me, for the son to peace | ▶️ |
| 99% | She left little trinkets, you fucking joke one of them. She ran after us, there's no one here to help us! | ▶️ |
| 97% | Attention Shatter, we have another potential asshole in the room. Will all members please activate their alert button immediately? Let us now get this fucking jerk out of here. Thank you! | ▶️ |
