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I love blacks and gays and latinos, as long as they don't move next door.
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PSSSTTT......MD...Its suppose to be from a song.
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Still they come up to me
With a different name but the same old face I can see the connection With another time and a different place They ain't blonde-haired or blue-eyed But they think that they're the master race They're nothing but blind fascists Brought up to hate and given lives to waste
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7 am on a Tuesday, in August ...
Next week I'll turn 28... I'm still young, it'll be me... Off the wall I scrape... you... I gotta wait... Show me Your Irate To cause this wake, Its my fate. They.....They...Never going to fuck with me again... My own clean slate... Don't fuck with me again... I just want to go straight through you.... Irate
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oops thought this was the random thoughts thread.
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I'm trying...I'm trying to drink away the part of the day that I cannot sleep away.
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Karen, we should call your father, maybe it's just a phase
He'll know the trick to get a wayward soul to change his ways It's a common fetish for a doting man to ballerina on the coffee table cock in hand |
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I've seen you in the mirror when the story began
And I fell in love with you I love your mortal sin Your brains are locked away but I love your company I only ever leave you when you got no money I got no emotions for anybody else You better understand I'm in love with myself, Myself, my beautiful self
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And what can I tell you my brother...my killer.
What can I possibly say? I guess that I miss you, I guess I forgive you, Im glad you stood in my way.
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I'm a cold motherfucker that nothing will hitch
I was a fetus infected son of a bitch People and possessions only slow me down I'm on a burning bridge You're in my way you're going down...down Love that tune. |
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