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Tomorrow you'll die
All will maybe die
In you lies down you'll rot
For to much fonicate
And to much masturbate yourself
Cancer in you ass you will suffer
These are words that make honor
No more (Why you say not please?)
No more (Why you say not thanks?)
No more, No more
Whit scorpions you will be buryed
your eyes rotten will be
Your genitals also
(Your genitals also)
No more (Why you say not please?)
No more (Why you say not thanks?)
No more, No more
No more (Why you say not please?)
No more (Why you say not thanks?)
No more, No more
-Compuesta por Francisco "Theo" Gonzalez-
Translate to:
Tomorrow you'll die
All will maybe die
In you lies down you'll rot
For to much fonicate
And to much masturbate yourself
Cancer in you ass you will suffer
These are words that make honor
No more (Why you say not please?)
No more (Why you say not thanks?)
No more, No more
Whit scorpions you will be buryed
your eyes rotten will be
Your genitals also
(Your genitals also)
No more (Why you say not please?)
No more (Why you say not thanks?)
No more, No more
No more (Why you say not please?)
No more (Why you say not thanks?)
No more, No more
-Compuesta por Francisco "Theo" Gonzalez-