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Sublime - Raleigh Soliloquy, Pt. I lyrics
We've got you in this fuckin' movie to exterminate all the lunitics all at once with a filtering system of God. We're the psyco-semantic police, you can't even see us. How in the fuck can you do anything about it? We're pure intellegence, your not. Your biological product of a comological universe. Your molecular matter, I constructed you, fuck you. I made you up, you didn't make me up, you got it backwards. You know who you are? Your fuckin' semantic blockage, that's what made you up. You're a fuckin' programer named Christine Gontara. You fucked up. She sucked my cock, fell in love, and she was locked in. She's gonna get her second chance to suck my cock again. If she turns me down, she's gonna go straight to hell, she won't pass go, she'll never fuckin' win. She's the cunt that thought she was God, but that's OK, I don't give a shit. As long as she sucks me off when I tell her. 'Cause she's my zombie. I capured that mother fucker, and she's my cassette. I want that cock sucker to send me at least fifty-thousand fuckin' dollars. If she can't do it I'll try ten. If she can't do that, I'll try five, but that's it. If you got a dowry of five thousand dollars, come out here and suck me off, do what I tell you from now on, then you can join me for eternal time. |
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