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· Wall and Neutrino
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Despre Boierism: manifest si razie
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- - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - 2006-08-13 | | on shabby boneless and bald navels (from Paşcani to Ceamurlia) let me die unless I hugged you with bright fire from my balls bulky chains bulky chains in spite of my enemies I did coil gold myrrh and silk at your necks when getting freaky with women (from Ciumegi to Săpunari) in luxury leather-upholstered cars and showy villas bulky chains bulky chains I’ve dearly loved you with dollars and euros but the scrape woman desperately craves for many blokes (from Glina to Costeşti) patience, woman, spit your eyes, or I’ll grasp your swindle tight and I’ll burn your pinkie toy bulky chains bulky chains hullo, gypsies in the slums don’t spit ‘cause the trouble’s messy my house and my woman never lie to me (from Gurguiu to Borâtu’) nasty dolls to play with, man! hundreds no, thousands of them! fucking jail! children is my pain, damn ‘cause they love their father, if only I could eat their rump come on, you Bahama-mama step on the gas you whacking fellow bulky chains bulky chains come on, could I kiss your gipsy baron! long live the families of all those throat-cutters with whom I broke the Hoccident in two
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