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game.of death
Your nothing but dirt
Just a jerk
Id cut you limb from limb
If I could get there fast enough
I wanna drink
Just so I could drown you it
But I promised him I wouldn't drink
You want to take my life away
Well you better hope I die
Because if you give up
I'll kill you
I'll rip off your fingers
Then slit your throat
Castrate you to a bloody pulp
I am nit afraid of you
Yore face reminds me of Barney
But remember me and remember
You were just a Game to me
Just a jerk
Id cut you limb from limb
If I could get there fast enough
I wanna drink
Just so I could drown you it
But I promised him I wouldn't drink
You want to take my life away
Well you better hope I die
Because if you give up
I'll kill you
I'll rip off your fingers
Then slit your throat
Castrate you to a bloody pulp
I am nit afraid of you
Yore face reminds me of Barney
But remember me and remember
You were just a Game to me
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