| We’ve got you in this fuckin’movie to exterminate all the lunitics all
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| at once with a filetering system of God. |
| We’re the psyco-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 intellegence, your not. |
| Your biological product of a comological universe. |
| Your molecular matter, I constructed you, fuck
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| you.
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| I made you up, you didn’t make me up, you got it backwards. |
| You know
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| who
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| you are? |
| Your fuckin’semantic blockage, that’s what made you up.
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| You’re
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| a fuckin’programer named Christine Gontara. |
| You fucked up. |
| She sucked
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| my cock, fell in love, and she was locked in. She’s gonna get her
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| second
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| chance to suck my cock again. |
| If she turns me down, she’s gonna go striaght to hell, she won’t pass go, she’ll never fuckin’win. |
| She’s
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| the
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| cunt that thought she was God, but that’s OK, I don’t give a shit. |
| As long as she sucks me off when I tell her. |
| 'Cause she’s my zombie. |
| I capured 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. |
| If she can’t
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| 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 off, do what I tell you from now on, then you can join me for eternal
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| time. |