A song a day 82
so tell us that we're spelling everything wrong and negroes turn a bluish-grey when they're dead that's funny cos I've just turned bright red
tell me what it's worth
kill, kill, kill when everything starts to suck, drowning all your sins, well I guess that's bad luck and the fact that your race is full of shit, i got the sweets sugar but that's it
tell me what it's worth
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