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Hello, Mr.Broke Acid.Amen, I see that this is my graduator.Geek from West Tokyo, Jesus from Death Porno.When our songs agree & pour, what's that for? Garden of vegetable? you know, we stand up shit.I'm getting setta what could go in-out better off the same. Latch your sale. Break your planner's lame.That's your name. Justice is on my hands, you know?You're FAKE.& I said I really get shooting better off rumbling something graduator.Wait for a sec.I can believe that they will see V.C.Ah, you're bloody steer.Oh what's wrong right, canny can be or worn out.I'm alone born and came around again the saunter.Ever who done it, waiting the dummy.Hard beggar wetter sheeny.Can't you fit & feel me?Yummy that men are lying again that fee descends.This is maybe array.Again be that will sup you. Can't you fic it, trick it, track it, sup it, gob it?Go.I will decide itSongtexteI want the kindestI will seeside itI can so pore itI will see, babyI can be sorryI want so hold meI can stay partyI will not sell meI can see magicI waste you, babyI can talk felineI feel delayingI can force partyI'm nasty, came inI wait till momentI'm destinatingI can do partyI will see, babyI want the partyI'm asshole, maybeI waste your magicAm I the kindest? What's up my Death Seat...? Aus Songtexte Mania