Pigs of the Roman Empire

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Are you of got to ree Got force to ready Drop dead more Short blind cuz you're makin me sick Back dud lee Insect for the crawling mother I know who which one of you Outside and I got no clue [gibberish] All you a got's your tears Its all to make my money I know who to one of you Sometime and I crawl to steal A back blood lean Outside an all the narrow I know who which one of you I want more to find the care Hello, moshi moshi...

Submitted by Corpse Defiler — Apr 26, 2025

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My batteries are low. Please change my Triple A batteries. Peace sign be a time be a part of the grind. And If I'm gonna say it with a hole in the bottom what I want said I really want it in line even though Dear God She just wanna blend be a max Take ball of wax of backs until it coming from our hand. Can I foresee the dimes a cross and the ceiling there’s a Boner on the horse you wish I ride. Now I pulled into line to do see (she?) do pulled by for a look for a little bit of light see the boss cause he’s gonna ride my mind she’s gone tonight be enforced with the rack cause she’s goin to dododo to the peni for the petal in the eyes. That is right Mr. Cool I don’t listen to you motor mouth talking shit when your living up the the corpse of a body of a simian that is dead and the crime for eternal and his soul is hole in my mind that I leave with a fore and it’s a forehead traction too blue site feel full and a bullet for the real.. She’ll get it sail Look-into to rip your mind out The big sail Rip your tail We’re driving in an no wind What you find what you need All you wanna do is sit and breed "A tea bag ha ha ha"

Submitted by Finntroll — Apr 26, 2025

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Do you Find me Dumb? Do? Blind is a nail stinking in my head Gonna be a hero when its all over

Submitted by Cyberwaste — Apr 26, 2025

Tie muscle down on it Die with your boots on Got nothing but style Run around red line But it ain't no where They feel like rated All cider too Turn around insane Free wives to the wooden His bones make do My sin firing down Five boys five days Idolatrous

Submitted by Immortal — Apr 26, 2025

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