.You had a nightmare.
I came to your tomorrow and rained down a fire like Gomorrah or Sodom.
Mama dreams swinging from the noose like Saddam.
Throw old boots on telephone poles.
Tell hell I'm on hold and I might lower heaven to opera scores.
That's drama!
Some jackass try kaka.
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