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Monkeys eats me raw

This is my backyards- Margins...
Mother, call to the barber
Tell him, to replace my cover
I'm tired to eating the chalk, which describes the lord
harder...

cause candles of my cake becomes a lot
and my little violet is still only one
he feels shame, when he gets up (hard)
when i really cant run

cant walk'''''''''''''''''''
grass is tall and sharp
i forgot what is gravity'''''''''''''''''''''''''''''
'''
A B C D F@#K

monkeys teaches to rented children
how to control the blood
when daddies and moms playing >>adults
with legal hormones
OUch*

mother, call to this stranger
before he was my friend
he had a carrot hair
and all thinkd - he was danger
-
tell him to return back
i'm still not a row
i miss his frackled neck
i'm fuckin' ugly NOW

torn around
>>>>>>.found
missed call

MONKEYS EATS MY balls

cant walk
(noT:Hard)
cant RUN

EnOUgh

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TWO
THREE
FOuR
F@#K