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10/27/2014

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Let the melody hit em. Verbal collision local colloquialisms leave me feelin at home.
No place left to roam but the ozone so I inhale so hard my lungs turn to balloons. 
You get drunk in saloons, I fuck bitches in pools of lubriderm and sperm. get em more pregnant that litters of kittens that purr. Turn on my engine and burn, rubber on you mothertruckers. I duck feds, crack heads and coppers. Get off my jock boppers


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