| Probability | Text |
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| 88% | Son, may my thoughts lead your way Through your past it's so great Think of me as you strike With a sword and its might Seek for your own destiny Learn a secret of steel In the darkness you write Feel evil inside | ▶️ |
| 91% | Nabisco, Crisco, Tabasco, Fiasco, Francisco, San, Faz is a disco man with a pistol hang containing nothing but air. Keep it like that, keep it right there. Peace to the midgets and peace to all them guys, yeah. Peace to the diplomats and to ship full at the sky, share the wealth, you've been dealt. Or else be the mean one, you can be the dirty daughter, watch her become the clean son. Fiend on my IDs, fiend on my SBNs, fiend on my girlfriend, fiend upon the blessing, then the outtakes, session, then the cupcake crumbs. They had a promise versus any update, but... | ▶️ |
