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I'm trash, even the grave
The child has tormented that never matures
A very hard vision,
through the lock
It's torture,
I scratch my ass and the dwarves grow on me
I have magic in my hands
If you want,
we can play,
wait I only speak with skulls
I live between santerias and gutters I fly to Cuero de Moteras
Why don't you get in?
Or you'll bite the dirt off my soles
Bad grandfather,
grandmother digs your hole Tongues are weapons with a pointer
If something isn't mine,
it's because I don't want it
I decide who goes to heaven,
so watch out,
comrade
John is my idol,
together and in a row If you * me,
I won't forget it,
cousin
My wrists tremble if I'm the ventriloquist Watching
TV without volume with Snipes and the Scientist
My mental state is the same as brutal
chaos Always negative like pangal
When you leave,
there's no white light Put me on parental notice
Do you want me to say something positive?
No
I tell you,
the only reason why you say I live
Is because I'm a criminal