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			Used to Be Cheeba 
		
		
		
		
		
		
			Now I am phalanx instead. Need to scratch my balls. 
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	It's not the bullet with your name on it you have to worry about...it's all those other ones marked "to whom it may concern."  | 
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 What about you, V? ... What I most remember about the original Saw... Gritty direction Cary Elwes bad accent Sawing off his foot  | 
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			Just to keep the thread from disappearing... 
		
		
		
		
		
		
			Head spinning around Christ’s power compels you Projectile vomit 
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	Tonguing my canines relishing the taste of blood snug in my coffin.  | 
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	Under your illgotten mask Some just have a skull.  | 
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			When the new kings come 
		
		
		
		
		
		
		
		
	
	There will be no need for "I" One hungry self spits bones.  | 
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			one two three four five 
		
		
		
		
		
		
			one two three four five six se ven one two three four. At the midnight hour from her cold sleep she awakes Two feast on my blood 
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	waiting to get out of work... Now it's gin o'clock.  | 
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 I swear I thought the second line was going to break the rules and just say "she cried more, more, more". 
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