| Probability | Text |
|---|
| 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 | ▶️ |
| 84% | And after a hundred and eight years of life, we've actually got seven o'clock. And there's three Gladys programmatic already, so please even count. Life is on fire! It reads, achievements, even though there's no sound or Cut-Off. You can get outside the yard, changing your own esoteric passion | ▶️ |
| 82% | We gotta lay down and die on our own | ▶️ |
| 89% | We're trying to find our own spot | ▶️ |
| 83% | on my own. | ▶️ |
| 81% | I can't see his own hair. | ▶️ |
| 81% | AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH using his own laughter | ▶️ |
| 89% | I can't take this on my own | ▶️ |
| 86% | Motel Falls, we own homes When I fall, I am you | ▶️ |
| 89% | I'm a forest gnome with glass, couldn't take that stuff off my ass, letting out some gas, burning hole in my pants, totally no breath damn plants, got boobs in my own, spinning washes I grown, I use a lot of methadone, watch a lot of cartoons, one of your bitches are scooby-doo, I haven't got a clue, sniff a lot of glue, cock a doodle doo, I'm cuckoo, glue over your nest, don't call me second best, then I'll have to protest, get undressed like the rest, incest. | ▶️ |
