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This hair...It's gotten long again...And it ISN'T straight:mad:
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...  If you can't dazzle 'em with brilliance...Baffle 'em with bullshit My Karma ran over my Dogma God WAS my co-pilot...But, we crashed in the mountains and...I had to eat him I'm suffocating in what's become of me... The rancid remains of what I used to be 
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01-29-2006, 07:29 AM
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My hair
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#5453
01-29-2006, 07:33 AM
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Jealousy
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... If you can't dazzle 'em with brilliance...Baffle 'em with bullshit My Karma ran over my Dogma God WAS my co-pilot...But, we crashed in the mountains and...I had to eat him I'm suffocating in what's become of me... The rancid remains of what I used to be
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01-29-2006, 07:38 AM
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01-29-2006, 07:39 AM
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Grass
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Hang the body in the shed Using meat-hooks through the legs Catch the blood as it drips from the stump Like the others from the past The naked belly, full of cysts Smells so good, I cant resist I know inside this ones the best As I eat the rotting chest
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#5456
01-29-2006, 07:59 AM
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Toke
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... If you can't dazzle 'em with brilliance...Baffle 'em with bullshit My Karma ran over my Dogma God WAS my co-pilot...But, we crashed in the mountains and...I had to eat him I'm suffocating in what's become of me... The rancid remains of what I used to be
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01-29-2006, 08:07 AM
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Smoke
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Whatever The Fuck Ever
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01-29-2006, 08:39 AM
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Fire
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Every dog has his day.
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#5459
01-29-2006, 08:46 AM
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Flames
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Hang the body in the shed Using meat-hooks through the legs Catch the blood as it drips from the stump Like the others from the past The naked belly, full of cysts Smells so good, I cant resist I know inside this ones the best As I eat the rotting chest
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#5460
01-29-2006, 08:49 AM
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Torch
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Every dog has his day.
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