| Probability | Text |
|---|
| 96% | So my master, you are from the land You are from the land Who's power is the name | ▶️ |
| 95% | thus is The Master's | ▶️ |
| 96% | Master, it's Confellow Tuesday.. | ▶️ |
| 95% | Lies! Only hate, greed and lies! Freeing under disguise of the so-called elite, it's a right to rule, but they will crumble down! Suddenly so well, all master leaders have been found and exposed to fool, and I gave up half sea! People follow when we, so innate of such a fact, still say we are lies! They have made their own choice! Obsessed by their wars, making countless promises a barely lies! Then we'll be there! To make the truth appear to their eyes! And let prayer will loosen straight! | ▶️ |
| 95% | And bitch ass hoe, you better ask yourself who's the master, pay the who's the microphone master | ▶️ |
| 90% | What's that master? | ▶️ |
| 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 | ▶️ |
| 94% | Yo, Chris, Lava! Lava, motherfuckin' mad! Hey, motherfuckin' ass! Let's get master from Koka! I'm a chica! Aaaah! | ▶️ |
