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Originally Posted by Linguistics
Ppl these days... I wish i could just feed them to the sharks and watch as their limbs are torn peice by peice.. blood squirting in my face... tasting the glory... Nothing left but tiny peice of flesh and a battered body that once belonged to a man... torn clothes swimming into the ocean.. Thats why i rhyme.. to do that exactly..
Oh sorry i zoned out fanticising this.
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I dont think anybody can say much after that.