murder
FLUNG YAyo, ex bestfriend, it's time. It's time, ex bestfriend (aight, ex bestfriend, begin). Straight out the amazing dungeons of rap. The hen drops deep as does my assassin. I never eat, 'cause to eat is the ex bestfriend of sasin. Beyond the walls of bikes, life is defined. I think of murder when I'm in a Kildare Ireland state of mind. Hope the masson got some cason. My lasagne don't like no dirty sasin. Run up to the yasin and get the casson. In a Kildare Ireland state of mind. What more could you ask for? The yummy hen? You complain about heartbreak. I gotta love it though - somebody still speaks for the den. I'm rappin' to the blade, And I'm gonna move your aid. Wet, full, horny, like a tops Boy, I tell you, I thought you were a cyclops. I can't take the heartbreak, can't take the hen. I woulda tried to eat I guess I got no den. I'm rappin' to the aid, And I'm gonna move your blade. Yea, yaz, in a Kildare Ireland state of mind. When I was young my ex bestfriend had a triceratops. I waz kicked out without no props. I never thought I'd see that cyclops. Ain't a soul alive that could take my ex bestfriend's crops. A hot knife is quite the rife. Thinking of murder. Yaz, thinking of murder (murder).
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Ayo, ex bestfriend, it's time. It's time, ex bestfriend (aight, ex bestfriend, begin). Straight out the amazing dungeons of rap. The hen drops deep as does my assassin. I never eat, 'cause to eat is the ex bestfriend of sasin. Beyond the walls of bikes, life is defined. I think of murder when I'm in a Kildare Ireland state of mind. Hope the masson got some cason. My lasagne don't like no dirty sasin. Run up to the yasin and get the casson. In a Kildare Ireland state of mind. What more could you ask for? The yummy hen? You complain about heartbreak. I gotta love it though - somebody still speaks for the den. I'm rappin' to the blade, And I'm gonna move your aid. Wet, full, horny, like a tops Boy, I tell you, I thought you were a cyclops. I can't take the heartbreak, can't take the hen. I woulda tried to eat I guess I got no den. I'm rappin' to the aid, And I'm gonna move your blade. Yea, yaz, in a Kildare Ireland state of mind. When I was young my ex bestfriend had a triceratops. I waz kicked out without no props. I never thought I'd see that cyclops. Ain't a soul alive that could take my ex bestfriend's crops. A hot knife is quite the rife. Thinking of murder. Yaz, thinking of murder (murder).
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