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give me some antiseptic to wash this headache awayand give me a syringe to inject the paingive me something pretty I hope I'll never be
I'd rather be creepy... and very strangegive me a cake that I can mix and bake in a betty crocker oven that I willbreakbake it up and we will stab stab stabcome on don't be afraidwe will make you stab stab stabmy world is evil but American madegive me something easy that I can complicatesomething healthy that I can infectgive me a mate in a crippled state with Halloween teeth that I can breakbake it up and we will stab stab stabcome on don't be afraidwe will make you stab stab stabmy world is evil but American mademomma's apple pie got a cockroach in itburn the flag with the fagmomma's apple pie got a cockroach in itburn the flag with the fagmomma's apple pie got a cockroach in itburn the flag with the fagmomma's apple pie got a cockroach in itburn the flag with the fagbake it up and we will stab stab stabcome on don't be afraidwe will make you stab stab stabmy world is evil but American made, American made
American grave in an American grave
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