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KANE HODDER >> Merchandise Links
KANE HODDER
I'm gonna give it to you (bang!) Dance party at six million degrees When you turn to dust it's so erotic And that's just vanity, Quadafi-chic just comes so naturally Gulag's get so boring on the weekends So take your fluorides and your Idi Amin-chic, Those neutrons rip the sweat right from your pores. Just wait until you hear our 100 year plan. You'll change your stoic little minds (Time to utilize the chloroform and iodine) But Captain Mandrake, he, Can see though all out fun he, Can't shake his hips to genocide. He can't catch the groove in genocide. Bring your lesions to the weekend Bring your legions to the frontline. That chic is nothing but a rapist, And that's not the sun. Your thoughts are like the kiss of an h-bomb.
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