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of flesh and blood. Spawn of damnation's bride, line of the cockatrice. Behold the bond, slaves of the vampire star. Behold the twin-river demon. cnd
little wire You're preaching to the choir Hello little wire String up the naughty liar Hola little wire Be the stone Be the fire My cockatrice does magic
lives Flesh and ecstasy as sport Are immortal vices of the highest order Wherein devilry holds sway Behold blind walls where these cockatrice
Regenerate Talk that shit, walk that shit Bust it open obstetrics Beast Mode call me cockatrice Odinson, Asguardian Even though I'm hardly in The parties with
things I'm at mythologist I dig up history I'm an archaeologist I'm a thinker I'm ideologist I'm subconscious I'm talking consciousness I'm a a cockatrice
this? 'Cause I'm feelin' this Like a rap game cockatrice Turning you stone with rhymes of gold It'll never get old To hear me wrap words 'round beats
como um rei dentro de uma lambo Faço minha própria wave, eu to deslizando Bolando o plano perfeito e ela me chupando Tipo type cockatrice, chego de
DnD, last Tuesday You were a Halfling Necro Level 1, what could you even do? Encountered a Cockatrice You rolled a 20 and turned it's heart into sand
heard the bittern call From ruined palace-wall Answered him brotherly He held communion With the she-pelican Of lonely piety Basilisk, cockatrice Flocked
pool bitch here's off half price If I get a minute I'll tell my girl I'm busy She's coprolite to my cockatrice I'm mythical, typical if legends are your
populace You've gotta pop the top of your sarcophagus And rock out with a cockatrice A marvelous mix of eclectic freaks Rejecting sleep, never rest in peace
hiss of cockatrice has cast us into serfdom I close my eyes, and spur Imelda down the mountainside For a liberated Spectrum I took No-Face by his
hiss of cockatrice has cast us into serfdom I close my eyes And spur Imelda down the mountainside For a liberated Spectrum I took No-Face by his
scorpions and mice Not to mention politics That's a big cockatrice The light became morning The morning became day Speaking for myself I wish
to fulfill her deed "God save the cockatrice" Shout the anthem of deceived minds That beg to serve the basilisk The ophidian beast twists around the orbed
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