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We've got you in this fuckin' movie to exterminate all the lunatics all at
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once with a filtering system of God. We're the psycho-semantic police,
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you can't even see us. How in the fuck can you do anything about it?
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We're pure intelligence, your not. Your biological product of a
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cosmological universe. Your molecular matter, I constructed you, fuck you.
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I made you up, you didn't make me up, you got it backwards. You know who
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you are? Your fuckin' semantic blockage, that's what made you up. You're
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a fuckin' programmer named Christine Gontara.
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You fucked up.
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She sucked my cock, fell in love, and she was locked in. She's gonna get her second
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chance to suck my cock again. If she turns me down, she's gonna go
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straight to hell, she won't pass go, she'll never fuckin' win.
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She's the cunt that thought she was God, but that's OK, I don't give a shit.
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As long as she sucks me off when I tell her. 'Cause she's my zombie.
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I captured that mother fucker, and she's my cassette. I want that cock
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sucker to send me at least fifty-thousand fuckin' dollars.
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If she can't do it I'll try ten. If she can't do that, I'll try five, but that's it.
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If you got a dowry of five thousand dollars, come out here and suck me
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off, do what I tell you from now on, then you can join me for eternal time.
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Raleigh Soliloquy pt. I
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| Sublime |
