GIVE THEM HELL LONG AS I'M BREATHING.
LEAVE THEM WITH A TASTE AS SOUR AS VINEGAR;
SEE THEY CAN TRIGGER ME BUT
THEY'LL NEVER FIGURE ME OUT.
ON SECOND THOUGHT I FUCKIN WISHED HE WOULD DIE.
I HOPE YOU FUCKING BURN IN HELL FOR THIS SHIT.
(enferma esta la mente del chico que estaba atras mío.
Dales tanto infierno como el que respiro)
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