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and all that is rotten. I'm quite a connoisseur A foetid tapioca is prepared in your colon. Nauseating pudding, thickened with pus. A genital souffl is concocted on the fly. Post-mortem nutrimentof
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de suite. "Moi, mon colon, cell' que j'prйfиre,. C'est la guerr' de quatorz'-dix-huit! ". . Est-ce а dire que je mйprise. Les nobles guerres de jadis. Que je m'soucie comm' d'un'cerise. De celle
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murs !. Si l'école permet pas ça. Alors j'*** "Halte à tout !". Explique-moi, Papa. C'est quand qu'on va où ?. Tu *** que si les élections. Ça changeait vraiment la vie,. Y'a un bout d'temps, mon colon
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lent mastodon'te. J'affrontais le front. C'est un affront. A prйsent que j'affronte. Car j'ai de la flotte. Jusqu'а la culotte. Jusqu'au gros colon. Jusqu'aux galons. Parfois jusqu'а la glotte
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me This love is like the people's hope. Something outta heaven, baby, 'cause it's gotta colon. Oh girl, when we're touching, ooh, when we're feeling. It's crazy like walking on the ceiling This is
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me This love is like the people's hope. Something outta heaven, baby, 'cause it's gotta colon. Oh girl, when we're touching, ooh, when we're feeling. It's crazy like walking on the ceiling This is
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me This love is like the people's hope. Something outta heaven, baby, 'cause it's gotta colon. Oh girl, when we're touching, ooh, when we're feeling. It's crazy like walking on the ceiling This is
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watermelon in your colon. Trade toothbrushes with an albino dwarf, then give a. hickey to Meryl Streep TAURUS!. You will never find true happiness - what you gonna. do, cry about it?. The stars predict
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watermelon in your colon. Trade toothbrushes with an albino dwarf, then give a. hickey to Meryl Streep TAURUS!. You will never find true happiness - what you gonna. do, cry about it?. The stars predict
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you could come to my style maybe is clonin'. The Omen. (I'm warnin' you now!). Niggaz is holdin'. Run up, watch me put one up in your colon. Chizzle town, thugs in the club, like chicks posin
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mama like the kids at Wonderama I'm very good at actin', I'm very good at drama. I confuse you with a period, colon and a coma. 'Cause when I'm rhymin' and I take a pause. You think the rhyme is over
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our hearts, maybe below the cockles. Maybe in the sub-cockle area, maybe in the liver. Maybe in the kidneys, maybe even in the colon, we don't know I'm just a regular Joe with a regular job. I'm your
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murdered up North by Milletas. Ma-ma, battlin', cancer, of the colon. At the tender age of thirteen, watchin' his world close in Blood damn near frozen, from a heart so cold. It ain't pumpin' out the love
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murdered up North by milletas. Ma-ma, battlin', cancer, of the colon. At the tender age of thirteen, watchin his world close in. Blood damn near frozen, from a heart so cold. It ain't pumpin out the love
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murdered up North by milletas. Ma-ma, battlin', cancer, of the colon. At the tender age of thirteen, watchin his world close in. Blood damn near frozen, from a heart so cold. It ain't pumpin out the love
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murdered up North by Milletas. Ma-ma, battlin', cancer, of the colon. At the tender age of thirteen, watchin' his world close in Blood damn near frozen, from a heart so cold. It ain't pumpin' out the love
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get the codeine out my colon. This * starting to sound like a hit, don't it?. * all that cap, Gunna gon' say some * that will make you go turn up your clique, don't it?. All the time, I'm
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Maryland. Where they shoot you in the dark of the night. Like Christopher Nolan, for talking out your colon. Catch me rollin' with the realest. Lyricism the illest, my chain is the chillest, sub zero
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me This love is like the people's hope. Something outta heaven, baby, 'cause it's gotta colon. Oh girl, when we're touching, ooh, when we're feeling. It's crazy like walking on the ceiling This is