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No(Hand)Relief
02:18
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No Relief
No release
No hand release
Beef cheek
We're running out of time, internet slime, end of times, bug out bag, don't be sad, end of days, when i gonna get paid? (It's over). Where's my new world cup holder? Burn all the cars. Put me in a tube and shoot me to Scarborough. My half of the world is a drugstore with $12 salt.
No Release
No hand relief
No relief
Hand release
No words, big turds, take a year off life, adult trike, trichomonas, chicken bonus, the end is here, near beer. (beef cheek).
I stole this riff from led zeppelin's epi pen pants ($). Charles in charge of large marge's barge.
No relief
no release
beef cheeks
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WhyI'mHere(onYrFace)
02:06
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RemixVagazld(Pubes_?)
03:02
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Can someone tell me, where have all the pubes gone?
You've mowed the lawn, a sad song, go ask your mom.
If someone can tell me where they've gone, I'd write the king of porn and say I'm wrong.
Gimme back the pubes now. Just the nice one's somehow. No straight lines in nature, you are a nature hater.
No fair, what you do to your hair?
Supposed to catch crumbs from yr shirt in there.
Memories of pubic hair, please don't stare she's a natural lady, unless you made a braidy, perform a passionate topiary and it won't look so scary. Men put away the Nairy 'side yr dromedary. Yr dick feels ripped off it's cold like a bald baby top.
You are computer programmed to feel like a can of Spam. Buy whatever's on yahoo, a piece of Dr. Oz's left shoe, do whatever a triangular, fascist, brazilian tells you to, pour molten glue on yr Hoo.
Can someone tell me where have all the pubes gone? You've moved the lawn a sad song go ask yr mom. If someone can tell me where they've gone I'd write the queen of porn and say I'm wrong.
You'll find the trees thru the forest if you look hard enough, to make a BuffPuff, yr pheromones get more moans than yr dumb phone.
Yr pits got nothing to prove, give me back the simple pube.
(don't wanna be filed under pedo for yr naked love burrito)
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my1stIndustrialJ
02:45
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AssaultNvinegarChips
02:08
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(robo voice): so called rappin at the end of the world. Drake can't even sing the real Degrassi theme song. I'd like to see an iceberg before they're gone. We could learn a lot about a/c from ants in Zimbabwe. nah clocks set back to 1953.
Now we are burning, thin veins, feel my pain, melting in the cracks. Look at yr face. The earth is burning (but I got a sandwich).
Beige don't age, black don't crack, white what a fright, gotta stay out of the light. SPF 100 (fire).
Can u smell that? Do you see that? Fire, plastic, melting on my face. Hurricane satan stinking up the place. Stupid humans, just one race. x2
Do you feel that? Gomorrah fedora hat. Love a dog more than a poor person, cat more important than smashing capitalism.
Disease roulette don't you fret, STIs on the rise (eyes disguise) for seniors. Good for them (heroes).
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tinkerbuttsrevenge
02:09
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