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01-27-2006, 10:29 AM
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Hang the body in the shed Using meat-hooks through the legs Catch the blood as it drips from the stump Like the others from the past The naked belly, full of cysts Smells so good, I cant resist I know inside this ones the best As I eat the rotting chest 
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01-27-2006, 10:31 AM
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Whatever The Fuck Ever
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01-27-2006, 10:47 AM
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Every dog has his day.
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01-27-2006, 10:59 AM
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...  If you can't dazzle 'em with brilliance...Baffle 'em with bullshit My Karma ran over my Dogma God WAS my co-pilot...But, we crashed in the mountains and...I had to eat him I'm suffocating in what's become of me... The rancid remains of what I used to be
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01-27-2006, 11:12 AM
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01-27-2006, 11:20 AM
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Pulp fiction
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01-27-2006, 11:29 AM
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Cocaine...Crazy...
I'm listening to System Of A Down's 'Psycho' right now...So, that was the first thing that came to mind...
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... If you can't dazzle 'em with brilliance...Baffle 'em with bullshit My Karma ran over my Dogma God WAS my co-pilot...But, we crashed in the mountains and...I had to eat him I'm suffocating in what's become of me... The rancid remains of what I used to be
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01-27-2006, 02:02 PM
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how 'bout a nice greasy pork sandwich served inna dirty ashtray? Budduskey:i am the motherfucking shore patrol,motherfucker!i am the motherfucking shore patrol!give this man a beer. "Repent, Harlequin!" said the Ticktockman. "Get stuffed!" replied the Harlequin, sneering.
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01-27-2006, 04:28 PM
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Ford
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Hang the body in the shed Using meat-hooks through the legs Catch the blood as it drips from the stump Like the others from the past The naked belly, full of cysts Smells so good, I cant resist I know inside this ones the best As I eat the rotting chest
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