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Bro, hear... have a girl in my sky born from my search or from my random life and i have see the red under its waist but in its great eyes im falled like a stupid north wind and i tell her with my mad brain "I fly in your mind for search your smile but please, break moon dressed in black stop your back and promis that in another click the next suck my dick Eminem flip flop ... think to a flop Bunny Bugs is off there is Bush Trash yes you Mr. Bush dont' hear Universe's voice? U ARE A FLOP! behind walks your clock? hear, touch now your cock and go: down&up. yes you Bush ... you are trash Eminem flip ... Bush you are a flop dear... flip flop The President fuck-off YOU ARE A FLOP! you and your friends in Europe hear me? Suck the Blair's cock" Bye miss.
Bye Bro, i love the children of your life (Bye Gio, kiss you) |
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