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Slaughter thy poser |
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I'm thrashing him down. |
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Thrashing him into the ground. |
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Slamming our sledges down on their heads. |
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All posers soon will be dead. |
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Slicing and cleaving, enjoying their pain. |
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Carving our way to their brains. |
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Inflicting our vengeance, their makeup's' now blood. |
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Feeding our dogs with their remains. |
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Torturing them with our weapons of pain. |
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All of their blood we will drain. |
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A swing of our axe and off comes his head. |
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All of the posers are dead. |
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His head in a vice, it would be very nice. |
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All posers will die by our hands. |
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We'll rip out their hair and burn out their eyes. |
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All of their blood we demand. |
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Slaughter thy poser |
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I'm cracking his face |
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I'll shatter his skull with my mace |
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Plunging our ice picks into their eyes |
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All of the posers will die |
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Slaughter thy poser |
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I laugh as he begs |
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I'll saw of his arms and his legs, you faggot |
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You poser, you cannot escape |
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Your head |
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I will crush like a grape. |
