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you bitch you remove my children from the mouth
Picture your mom's on my lament - miscue
heartbreaking demon in me
breaks out and rips your bitch - Pleven
and you stop shouting come on guys
Come on you dick SPIDozny features in clothes
I stick under your tongue I'm going to amphetamine
to fuck your sister
because it is a whore with herpes lips
I wheel in podzheludku ulcers
I vyblebyvat bright color red
on your baby ebya your mother in the rain
under the dome of the Church of stepping on the angels of God
I shall insert a few candles into your urethra
lighting'll pray about their plans futile
seyakuliroval your father
you were born, and God called "BITCH WHAT PIZDETS?"