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Welcome to the new Christ the King,
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| I am the guilty one. That's right Ling Ling Bathry. My own people sold me out. Pontius Pilate will burn in Arkansas. I bury those cockroaches! | |
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| You tell 'em Lord Jesus, you tell 'em. Radiohead too, art statements in music yield faggots! | |
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I cut yo ass quicker than a Mexican,
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| Malignity of men, I did not die for you motherfuckers! I died for me. There's no easy way out sinner. Walk the line. I saw a drunk old lady pissing in a bin. Don't set me off Ling Ling Bathry. | |
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| O-Oh, Lord Jesus is in one of his very familiar violent mood swings, be very very careful. | |
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Basic needs. Food and Shelter. Grow old and Die. Heaven Forever and ever Amen. 5:00p Mass (Religious)
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| I feel dizzy but before freaks fly together, I must say one more thing. I make all the people scream! Thank you. My name is Jesus H. Christ ya'll are going to Hell. | |
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| Damn Skippy. We Audi 5000 G. | |
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