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I had a dream i did compete in a heavenly contest my hands were brick and super-thick and I was quick and weightless my skill was sharpened pins and razor blades and it was pointless my foes had toes arrange with straw and they were barely balanced i was a freedom fighter freely fighting reeling lions they were a really lightning quick exciting boiling frying experience in lighting matches in a kitchen fire against my chest I felt this melting wax and I was happy my cock, painfully huge my foot, is better than yours you can't undress as fast as I can do it you do it with one foot I do it with (two) The mat was wet with holy sweat as i displayed my talent My hands and feet made godly meat available for sandwich The bread of hair and face displaced the chest and stomach salad I spread the mustard of his muscle puss across my palate I was unleashing on unleashings cost and being costly It was a really broad excuse for my impending failure The locker room was steaming food and tea for my abuses I'll make a GYRO shop of human stock and make a fortune Aus Songtexte Mania