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I once again say something and complain.

When I see so many types that I know God had long ceased to understand.

The pony could you think, for me these are the greatest fool.

They do some incredibly strong, they think would be the hardest, roughest, hottest makers out there, turns every woman in front of them fainted. You can supposedly everything you have in your hand is always what twist.

For me you are just rags, Pappenheimer, incidentally rhyme nor bad.

What are your issues

what do you want to get attention.

their views should in the mirror and be ashamed schaun,

You think you would be as valuable as gold,

When I read your articles I have just yawning.

You cry at night, secretly go into the basement to,

because you no longer think of the rhyme?

Everything has been said, of tits, cars, money,

that’s all that matters to you.

You are so armseelig, only to be regretted

you feel strong only with broad types lurking around every corner.

Since your too strong, man against man,

I can then show you what I can do.

You feel strong with a beer,

Could you think me gore as a bull.

Inhaled so many shit, you are terribly hot on this stuff

soon you’re an old Greiss, with 40 years of gray hair,

who no longer knows a lot.

Will you barely remember the last day,

Now you are still so strong??

Fade your memories, your brain cells need to adapt now!

Geschrieben von TheItalieaplayer [Profil] am 17.12.2009

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