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Chills and spills from both your ends You're dinner for my buzzing friends In later April, my fame will peak I'm wrecking folks in Mozambique
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beefthief knocked himself out trying to make carrot soup dont listen to his words 
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Nov 18, 2014 20:25
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I don't care what these people think I'm just sittin' here makin' myself nauseous With this ugly food that stinks So you bust out the door while it's still closed Still sick from the food you ate And then you run to the store for quick relief From a bottle of Kaopectate And then you call your friend two weeks later To see how he has been And he says I understand about the food Baby bubbah but we're still friends With a hip hop the hippie to the hippie
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Nov 18, 2014 20:25
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I have to buy the Report button tokens (they're just a six letter code) individually, and I'm nowhere near my purse at moment. If I was somewhere near my purse, and therefore Visa card, I'd right now be buying another dozen Report Button tokens. I'd be doing that so I could use one right now, BT.. and get this thread of yours, your pride and joy, your baby, gassed. 
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Nov 18, 2014 20:30
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Gunky Junket has me mental retardation
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Nov 18, 2014 20:36
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What does that emoticon mean, BT? The black strip? Can you please tell me its definition?
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Nov 18, 2014 20:55
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I was once a man before I transformed into this molester, freshly deceased children You have born, torn by my rape The dead are not safe, the lifeless child corpse I will violate Pleasure from the dead, complete satisfaction I open the coffin Sick thoughts run through my head as I stare At the dead, over and over, I can't escape I begin the dead sex, licking her young, rotted orifice I cum in her cold oval office, shivering with ecstasy for nine days straight I do the same She becomes by dead, decayed child sex slave her neck I hack, cutting through the back I use her mouth to eject Here I cum, blood gushes from bleeding black blood her head disconnected As I came, viciously I cut, through her jugular vein She's already dead, I masturbate with her severed head My lubrication, her decomposition Spending my life molesting dead children Intercourse with infants Curing heads on top of spikes boiling skulls Skin sliding off of bones Voices The voices call Voices The voices are calling me Buried dead I've spiritually infected Call to me from beyond their graves Bleed I now bleed pus I bleed, the blood of the dead I bleed on her livid skin Thrusting myself within Beginning to chop through her hairless crotch Beyond what we know as death It haunts me everyday I hear the voice of every child That lies next to me decayed A fresh corpse, to fill with my infection Tortured before death, no orifice left unfilled Violated after death Virgin hole I infest Anal pore spewing cess The sacred juice I injest Your dead child I defile Necropedophile
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Nov 18, 2014 21:02
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In a time when dinosaurs walked the earth When land was swamp and caves were home
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Do Not Resuscitate posted:In a time when dinosaurs walked the earth literally the worst song in their entire discography
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