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My route through the catacombs, secret paths
They cover all traces, fuck in bursts
I'm looking for the magic grail, not a bookmark
That he fucked up the garbage under the fence, with bribe money

not enough five-hats to pay for the damage
I need a time capsule, don't ask me why
Full glass of wine and taste of that bitch, grandma and success
Don't try to make yourself a god and bitches harem

you will be like magic changed 1000 destinies
but all creators who fumble, you are not a judge, only God will judge
over
listen to this stuff, he is original
and won't help you fucking cash

but I found what I was looking for, now I know the secret
formula, ingredients, you just have to fuck the whole mixture
ma skills have been carved for years, now I am flying to you
my task is to show and fuck, fuck all your feces
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I run through time and sometimes I don't dream
I go to the bathol to distribute pussies to everyone!
Street tramps of the world, salute their dogs
Only bold sound - no pop here
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