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While mining in Tanzania (Limerick) by Bachus

Thank God for my friends in the CIA So, for my vaccinations i do not pay I'll be chirping on my motorola While you aint resistant to Ebola You'll bleed inside out, so they say. At the airport i wipe at my nose bleed With enough diamonds to satisfy all of my greed Is that blood in my shit? Part of my profit?! In the Congo, Death, has no need to read.

horus8 28-Apr-03/11:27 PM
I play the xylephone in a band dedicated to covering "thirty seconds to mars, but we're called thirty seconds two your Uranus, and we all wear our hair like Jared, and such, and so on. Because we're apocalyptic petit and 'a angered' rock stars. (Pardon me why I wipe this chirpe off of my diamond heeled spur and tug 'pon my flask) aaaaaaaaaahhhhhhhh. erp. But ah basically we've done hard time, and jerking off with noxema in juvie? Well, you can only imagine why our shoulders bear chips... Ah, I mean chirps.




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