| Probability | Text |
|---|
| 94% | We're in alert! All hands to battle stations, got the Picard to the bridge! | ▶️ |
| 97% | Took a year but they each tounced back, back to sick trends and back to sick traps To simplify it, yo, it's to the night, it took hours and it took days But all the time the clique got paid, flowing, never stuck in a one-hit franchise Yo, fuck up and see how you can rock the mic with your hands tied | ▶️ |
| 99% | You're the one, yeah put all my trust in your hands Come on and look at my eyes, here I am Here I am | ▶️ |
| 95% | The next few minutes are in the lap of the gods and the hands of the Beatles. In my young days, when I was a lad, they used to have actors in films. Yeah, they listened. It's all changed now. Well this is what a lot do then. In those days, the actors used to say their best bits were left on the cutting room floor, did you find it? | ▶️ |
| 99% | 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. | ▶️ |
| 95% | That is the slugs of the letter. I have just released the total destruction of the USS Edmese, with a loss of all hands. Say one. | ▶️ |
| 100% | and the deals are negotiated, they shake hands, and in shaking hands, they exchange the money, they exchange drugs, and they're gone. That happens all in two seconds. | ▶️ |
