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Post by cripples on Aug 17, 2011 11:16:55 GMT
you tell me youve get the anal breath the breath that makes us vomit I can now smell you, you make me poop When your bottoms broken it sure will let you down you fart a poo into the tin can and look around, look around you tell me that you own all the gas stations cos you breathe so easily out someday soon the shit will stop your lungs youll be dead, oh so dead repeat anal chorus til theres no shit mental lyrics. My new song, goin' to record it pretty soon..
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Post by jollyboy on Aug 17, 2011 17:35:10 GMT
AND YOU SAY THE BRITISH NEED MANNERS, YOU UNCOUTH YOUNG MAN
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