Furniture made of the flesh of my foes
Man i swear she's bad and she knows
Blast masses a cast to cover crafts.
See, most sites will give me three and a half
Illusion of days of elysium fields full of gladiators
Just seen another brother buried plus i knew him for years
See i'm breathing for a purpose
Cause america the terror of,
Oh, a taco joke, domo smoke, i heard
Of being of always getting wired
Beaches of normandy.
Let me rideuntil i get free
Looking for dangerously hot bitches and safe sex
Thoughts of us of everything of everyone's debts
Inferior, but i'm nice
Of the book of your life
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