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no matter what your height is i despise every letter in my iris owe mayhem and crisis to every soul in the isosceles they eyes sure bleed, lowercase'em dotting every "i" lids I'm is ill to watever the itis- it is I again-titan tight with the titanium to try Giants GI to ants. like David to Goliath around here its fornite to these leviathan hugging ya levi's to be vital again dial a friend to see you die again push malice all over the graham keep that Whitney singing full of grams swindling jams-singling rams to compute ya bands i look to you when the views in a wrath of caine where I stand-i aint a stan for pop albums injecting miller in the incubator for the soft outcome no let up fo slow data lullaby this babies in the Bodega
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