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One Life Crew Pure Disgust

Don't come over here we don't need or want you a country for Americans vultures won't rule in your rat land you belong and rot D.P. worthless scums

crews Contemplate what's in to do, negotiate with Satan Cause it's his decision too Hold a sword like ghost dog Leaving blood and gross gore So disgusting

leave You'll only understand when you bleed There's no talking to you Just shoving a fork in you Who the fuck you talking to? Im pure death in a flesh