Suitcase
Suitcase. Got dat toothpaste. And that haste. On my pickaxe. Flicking earwax. Definitely not doing sax, in yo bed, on yo head, if Iām the reaper youāre just dead. Hitting your legs. What I just said. Iām bout to wrestle a giant ted. The ground is red with you head. Iām going have to call ms. The Fed. I spread the dead, with my bread, please Ned, call the med, oh heās dead on the floor, shut the door, your are poor, feed me more, to the Kor, I swore, hear my roar, be at the war, there were 4, on the field, whereās my Shield
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Suitcase. Got dat toothpaste. And that haste. On my pickaxe. Flicking earwax. Definitely not doing sax, in yo bed, on yo head, if Iām the reaper youāre just dead. Hitting your legs. What I just said. Iām bout to wrestle a giant ted. The ground is red with you head. Iām going have to call ms. The Fed. I spread the dead, with my bread, please Ned, call the med, oh heās dead on the floor, shut the door, your are poor, feed me more, to the Kor, I swore, hear my roar, be at the war, there were 4, on the field, whereās my Shield
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