Monday, 17 November 2014

Walked into some cold-bloodedness there


Here I come


Stomp your feet


Gotta get up


Listen to me


Bite the hand


Doctrina de homine


What the hell's this all about?


I didn't pull that trigger, I was just playing with some corner boy


Looking for the murder weapon


Doors open at nine, bro


You know me


 What skills you got that'll help you in the real world


You think your silence is worth something?

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