there is no hope with death
IP:
im sick wit a twist, the ex-rated exercist, ripp your limbs off your ligements and hand your man your cartilage and your bloody timberlands/ have your ass screaming/ "Somebody Please Call An Ambulance" "Get me a Paramedic"/ shouldn't have fucked wit reaper and his smith and wesin/ any more questions/bronx my heat into your intestants/ any contestants/ i'll clap ya'll with an affirmative action
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