Monday, August 16, 2010

Rooster, give U.S. something fabulous, walk a cross my swimmin pool

How far could your communication go to the core of the hard ass'ed.

You're talking about a succession of groups of opinions in linear what!

Those opinions raze at the blind to the cause, the pay is GOOD.

And, we'd snuff their asses in, done.

So, tick tock, nah, not again, hunta, hunta, hunta, AL Mi-lit-cia

I, swear to fuckin rice I never imagined two highly charged atoms rushing into each others arms at the speed of sound!

And there those mother fuckin bastards go!

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