Awee no more cocking by Crow which has no dart of sharpness of throw;
Damn! I am not a fan of yours
DAMN! I Am NOT A FAN OF YOURS
Can't you hear my loud shout
You dumbass dont you play your dumb base here
I am at in a stage of point
Where i can boil you
And your flesh peel on a plate to serve
For neddy and hungry people out here!
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