death of a Rose
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yeah, the critics raved about it with their freaky radioactive appendages and others couldn't shut the fuck up after hearing the smartly written theme song... chest butts roasting on an open fire... jack moss ripping up your toes... you take carols being hung by the choir.. And tokes messed up like Eskimos.... Everyones nose is turning and some Misstree helps to stake the heathens fright... Tinny rots without their eyes below.. Hell kind tits shards to deep tonight... They snow on Satan’s little ray, He’s snorted lots of noise and baddies On his thigh. And ev’ry motherfooker’s child is gonna spy to see if Reindeer can be taken down with one shot.... fuck it...mental break down...may day....hay day....
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