last dance (likely) ressurection , yea boii, me into zen, aint no truth to the rumours, a mixture of psycosis, energy & caffeine, hell we give more money to wiiffiii tan we give to homeless kids....
just gunna rise as Donkey Cock with his donkey cock brothers in tow , yea we used yr demo cd for skeet shooting, no offence inteneded, but we dont dig honky juda-xian indie rock crass shit, u cant polish a turd!, LA is hell, dunno how yr stay ended, but mine was like butch in pulp fiction, yea i woz a bare knuckle boxin champ, & no i did not beat no body to deth, just like that, all y'all hippies zoned out, thinkin of pinko philosophy to recite at me, hell i aint no pinko, but i sure aint no fascisto....
Yo y'all womans, y'all lovley, if u can read this and dont talk shit bout me yuz a lady of phosistication....
gas chamber awaits all y'all waiting to whack this Donkey, This Donkey left orders to liquidate mufuggaz lookin to cash in on a deth of yours truelly or even danny himself, focus , nihilism is the opiate of the superior, how much of this bullshit can one take before the empathy overwhelms the sense of decency? aint no honour in yr polished turd american dream, based in yr backwoods missfired ozzie false sense of cognitive distortion, aint no room on the lael for u , aint no fakers backin no loser, wotchoo think we suckaz?
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