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OH, I DON'T CARE WHAT THEY SAY.
YES, I MURDERED YOUR HUSBAND TODAY.
YES, FUCKTHERULES, BOY, FUCKTHERULES!

NO, THEY DON'T MAKE UP THEIR MINDS FOR YOUR BEST.
NO, NEVER TRUST THEM, 'CAUSE SOON YOU'LL HAVE A BULLET IN YOUR CHEST.
YES, FUCKTHERULES, BOY, FUCKTHERULES!

BOY, REMEMBER WHAT THEY'VE DONE.
YES, REMEMBER WHOSE FAULT IS THAT YOUR BROTHER'S GONE!
FUCKTHERULES, YES, FUCKTHOSEFUCKINGRULES!

BLEED YOUR ANGER ON THEIR HEAD,
BEAT THEM UP UNTIL THEY'RE DEAD.
YES, FUCKTHERULES, BOY, FUCKTHERULES!

AND IT GROWS INSIDE, YOUR HATRED GROWS INSIDE.
THEY'RE PUTTING EVERYTHING ON THE LINE TO BREAK YOUR PRIDE.
FUCKTHERULES, FUCKTHERULES.

I HATE YOU! FUCK OFF, MOTHERFUCKERS!

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BLEED YOUR ANGER ON THEIR HEAD,
BEAT THEM UP UNTIL THEY'RE DEAD.
YES, FUCKTHERULES, BOY, FUCKTHERULES!

Please, do it for us.
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Ja ei kopiointia, kiitos. Ihan oma kappaleeni on. Ja kyllä, pystyn sata kertaa parempaan, mutta,
jos kerran vituttaa tämä järjestelmä täällä päin, niin ei kai siinä paljoa hienostella. Eihän?

- Johnny. (Biisi on albumiltani, ethän kopioi?)