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| don't turn your back on me boy. i'll eat your soul. | |
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| and when he's done with your soul i'll feast on your liver. | |
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| and then, we'll have our vile way with your girlfriend. | |
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| and mock your puny american government. | |
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| and then we shall set thine buttox on fire foul heathen! | |
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