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Extra extra readallaboutit Witchfinder exposed in cloud hack, leaked pics show self-named witchfucking world tour
You in the hatchback Your missus I’m macking on, lipsmacking viewfindering the stacks You’ll find her in the jacks or the back of my jag The end of my cannon she’s snacking on Only God I’m worshipping Mammon Blew out her back hatch You can’t stitch that borehole back She has that porno snatch Giving…
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Buying Wainwright Guides of Hell’s layers
Saffron sprinkled on whatever I’m snacking on Give me a tinkle, never let it attempt three rings, no Elven Kings Order for delivery and I’m gone all weathers No long like Josie’s gone Darker than Carl Weathers Dark words for dark feathers Marked since birth to do dirt with dark fellas From stark hells, boj…
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On the cusp of true aging, having accomplished nothing; thank god my Spotify listening age was 22
Tan dubes, bootcut jeans from Dunnes, in N64 blue Was “when I’m”, now it’s “then I was 64”, dude Skin saggy, cracked and lined Still able to crack a laugh, drop a good line at an opportune time Cracking a can, barely shift hear cracking in the hands Looking back, Lot’s wife backglanced got salted…
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Who would have thought that a religion consistent primarily of bone tossing, stick placement, and frothmouted fireside feats of drug-stoked imagination, could result in the creation of lasting works?
Into the ganja Throwing hacked off hands, parts of a man, into the ngenga I am an avenger, I do not fear adventure From here I shall venture Out, bring censor to this louddread sceadugenga If you provide us with that censure The sensei said with a lord’s surety Surely I would be made a…
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To improve my cardio, thereby completing my Garda Evasion skill tree, running up and down Mountpelier Hill, kissing the devil’s arse; submitting each time I summit
Spring into action when it’s drastic Swagged out but every waist’s elastic because I’m doing regular races Paying with black or platinum plastic, six zips on my Killstar jacket Near sick worshipping the sink, at the brink triple six Held up a Brinks, it’s not what you think Way, way past the brink so fill…
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