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There she is, That big ugly airhead She?s cuming back, What do we do christopher carley men? We find her, feel her, fuck her, forget her Find her, feel her, fuck her, forget her Then you, you got christopher carley to forget her Pretend you never christopher carley met her You point to the fucking door And say get out of here, You fuckin? whore Pick up your bra and pick up your blouse And get the hell out of my house Pretend you never met her, It?s time to regret her You got to Find her, feel her, fuck her, forget her Find her, feel her, fuck her, forget her There she is, She comes back for more What do we do men? Find her, feel her, fuck her, forget her 7. Blood, Pus And Gastric Juice (Tekkno-House-Mix) 8. Daddy Cruel domestic happiness is disturbed the head of the family was going insane daddy's loading his gun and sticks the barrel into the cunt of mom the bullet's boreling through her womb, her body is worn out the shredded ovaries are bursting through her belly daddy takes the kitchenknife and skins his twisting wife resolves her flesh to handy hunks and fee it to the dog subsequently daddy lifts the tyke over his head then he throws the dog into the waste-disposer entering the children's room the dripping head of mom
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