| Probability | Text |
|---|
| 90% | And nothing can- | ▶️ |
| 89% | And nothing can | ▶️ |
| 87% | And nothing can | ▶️ |
| 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... | ▶️ |
| 84% | Nothing I can do when it comes to me and you, cause I'm in love | ▶️ |
| 88% | I peel the skin off my face like exposed to sydney's delay. My travels can destroy you, but unfortunately I have no idea where I've been. In the prison of my mind, a bunch of devices, spoons and speakable horrors to my friends. Bloodstains on my hands did not be washed away. I'm not losing it at last, you have to find myself inside or out of the furnace. I'm on the ground, all running to war in the first direction. There's no reason I have to take a few risks of your poisonous clothes and quartz from your veins. There's nothing left here to work for you, you can't handle that situation. I'm posing you inside or out. And your mere madness matters, and all that is left is a boring fucking mess. | ▶️ |
| 93% | Take germs for a second. Germs? Huh? Eighteen century? No such thing. Nothing. We don't have a magic such thing. No same person. Ah! Ah! Welcome to the start of... Ah! Ah! Ah! Similarize. Similarize. Similarize. He's trying to convince people of a doctor's name. They're doing a skinny tiny physical path. They call germs. They came to your body and make you sick. He's trying to get doctors to wash their hands. What is this guy? Crazy? A teeny tiny physical? What he called germs? Huh? What? Now! I go in, I order a burger, and it's fast food joint. The guy drops it on the floor. Jim. He picks it up. He wipes it off. He hands it to me. I just all okay. What about the germs I say? He says, I don't believe in germs. Germs just a plot they made up. So they can sell you just with batman's and slits. Now! He's crazy, right? Oh! Ah! Ah! Ah! Ah! Ah! Ah! Ah! Ah! Ah! Ah! Ah! Ah! Ah! Ah! Ah! | ▶️ |
