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| 68% | 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. | ▶️ |
| 62% | But still, it's where I'm at. Or a loss. But what about a loss that has got doable? Because I know how well we live for the future. Your story's working hard, and we're willing to grow it with your own spirit from all else. Yeah? Thank you, Chris. So if you hope this is your destiny, andCHA-UNA... I'm programs manager forsword targets. Also, if you whether you'd like to hire someone to contact me on Twitter, I'm here. Bye-bye. So just... Thanks for watching. What is your favoriteTIpe? | ▶️ |
| 65% | I'm thinking I'm speaking for the whole gender call man Just pull the skin back and forth and hit it to a fantasy No sex with five bombs at one time or more This rhyme is to mate and mate They are making of the awakened, the masturbation blues No faking or breaking for the late nights to the awaken If you're so ugly or lazy, you don't get a dip Just touch your own dick or clit again, again and again All day and day, every damn day, you know what I'm saying Jerk up an Italian representative for the whole VD saga And they told, masturbation blues karma Grab your dick, tip, slick, not like the rick, thick Natalia mustn't hurt, glitch, remember what we said Vocal slang, now get loose on the mic for the crash, boom bang This masturbation blues slang, get taken to words that got out of the horny nerd | ▶️ |
| 69% | Backing together with rain for 40 days, Aye I like Slain's, but I can't show no pain. My headache, enormous proportions, The size of a bucket, painkillers can't touch it. Show what my little brother's gone. Now I'm torn apart as I stand with the knife. At my heart, we shared the good and the bad times. When walls broke out to the store, it was half time. Remember she came back, yo, And we got beatings with the Hot Wheel Track. I felt the hurt from your own predicament. Lost the scholarship, can't play pro board with torn ligaments. Career suddenly ended, your goal was offended. Suicide, death tips recommended to try black, But you were not versed as we blessed the earth. So let us pour the wine, preventing suicide. So | ▶️ |
