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Текст: The Acacia Strain. Cthulhu.

I wouldn't touch you with someone else's dick.
Don't worry bitch, you don't have anything I haven't seen before.
I am the last of a dying breed.
I already told you what your name means, and if you call me "Vince" one more time I'm going to rip your fucking head off.
It's nothing more than a failure to listen, but it's a giant sign of disrespect.
Nothing more than a failure to listen, but a giant sign of disrespect.
If you really want to know something you'll look it up.
If you really want to know something you'll do the fucking research.
Google, Youtube, W dot something.
The future is at your finger tips.
Backpedaling into the primordial ooze.
Board the windows try to hide.
This is going to hurt you more than me.
Beauty isn't skin deep, beauty doesn't exist.
My mind has been made up for me.
Dreamt of a world without life.
Woke up and you don't exist.
No one can stop me I am the death machine.
You are doomed.
And you will all be judge.