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This is the first line, it cuts off the fucker's horns
My second line, a river of clotted blood
The third line is a collection of hashish
I catch my fourth line marked “for you”

And in this fifth line, I would withdraw into myself
But before that, boy, you would have locked yourself in the pussy
The seventh Mayan tribes destroy everything and everywhere
They don't care about the ends of the world, fuck them according to the article

Ninth line portion of double tetanus
But the tenth one is like a victim, who fucks a maniac
Be careful not to fuck about the bottom of your karma ship
You all have the same thing on your mind, the same as mine.

My line is shell-shocked, like a damn dozen
These are mortal before lunch, not even before dinner
I don’t seem to need your pseudo soul
Not satisfied patients, no fucking way, strictly on

Those who fly high don't come down here
Eighteen sour brands under the tongue from Marik
Nineteen strict formulas for the brains of a wig
Twenty juicy locomotives from a skinny old man

Twenty-first line, like squeezing a point
Twenty-two conjunctivitis from a pipette into your eyes
Number twenty-three turned out to be thirty-two
You're fucked, how someone's ass turned out to be a head

Number twenty-five, either work hard or inhale
Russian roulette, again asking you to tell your fortune
In order to lift, you have to bend down
Number twenty-eight, either spit or swallow