PHARAOH X iSIXONE - CRACKHOUSE
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Buried alive, disfigured
I hear tears, we are thin in orange
That Lucifer in these bitches
Brat's warmes will be in your way
All people pray this Yaban hell
Write on the grave to me, you are experienced, creature
We see on fire, did not fall at ral
Your white puppies on my hands
I smoke Diesel where you miss moms
And sit tang here, you hover a ham
You are afraid of evil, you see yourself
The smell of cherries where the Most High
Tears of children over coffins idols
Do not believe if the dead said he is with the world
Kill yourself slowly or merry
Carnations are not withering on our graves

And no one will gain peace here.
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