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hatchery's procreation From the floods, to the fires, to the droughts, to the cyclones Tidal waves to twisters, tornadoes, and hell stones Whirlwinds, tropical
Technical decisions To lean on the perfect life (Help me then) A superstition Hatcheries for lizards That will keep you warm and dry But it's not the sunny
asked me to and I'm scared of his pistol-whips We're all sick in the hatchet's hatchery But I just happen to be the master bitch-slappery The bottom
the hatchet's hatchery But I just happen to be the master bitch-slappery The bottom line, I won't say it again until you play it again If you're gang related
on a toothpick, Dagwood Bumstead Tagged-hoof hatchery, matter amass naturally Bad wolf, dash for the last rook castling Blue ox, red plaid bass pro flannel king
Siphon the poison to flood his majesty's hatchery I was riding on a yellow bus to where the brush thickens And it ain't exactly plush pickings I'd rather
I'll make my choice Perfection you fake is not The soul, not a genetic code You fools, you ignoramuses Hatchery, the newborn to celebrate Ashes
I'll make my choice Perfection you fake is not The soul, not a genetic code You fools, you ignoramuses Hatchery, the newborn to celebrate Ashes
We met when I was stationed at Fort Campbell. Got married in the front yard at your dad's I played guitar and sang my songs down at the hatchery
a gavel knee deep in a maggot hatchery Operation capture flag by any means If this means anything at all, anyway it's a riddle Walk into the store with
The medicine and paranormal Hatchery condense and break the levees in (money money) , we both know the Totem camaraderie, tokin' up equality, they Posted
festival Kneeling down to think about the future Racing you would be quite dull After many years of exodus The hatchery fish run in rich rivers I'm afraid
I'll make my choice Perfection you fake is not The soul, not a genetic code You fools, you ignoramuses Hatchery, the newborn to celebrate Ashes
Production Machines ejaculate Transduction The lord of gore controls The factory Fields of nasty spores The hatchery Harvest the fallen incubator Built from
and conquer All is yours to consume Take flight, my winged children Venomous broodlings emerge Spring forth from hatchery Devour ancient tombs Unleash hellfire
more chicks than a hatchery Hoping I could prove that I'd rather she would get back to me That demeanor attracted me, in the past tense Cause now that I
Kneeling down to think about the future Racing you would be quite dull After many years of exodus The hatchery fish run in rich rivers I'm afraid
and I told her I would rather pass If I keep talking like this I'll make somebody mad Yeah I was bad in school I couldn't hit the fish hatchery I was bad
to aid in haste They've built hatcheries and a new delta Fished the carp and provided new shelter No more on the road to death we go And now I sing so all
a hatchery Fucking on you when I didn't own a mattress Working on the way to make it out of Texas Every night I've been baby, I've been hoping for my night
the hatchery, NYC the wet stone Sharpening the carving knives, foraging for breadcrumbs I headed west, planned to boomerang back Sidetracked by
spreads A brain egg skull hatchery To multiply and fucking feed You cannot stop the butchery I know I'll soon be dead I don't want to return As one
treasures lying deeper than one can dig its grave granite and rhyolite - vulcanic hatchery grinded black powder out of earth's entrails pressure and time
asked me to and I'm scared of his pistol-whips We're all sick in the hatchet's hatchery But I just happen to be the master bitch-slappery The bottom
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