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[03/12/20] FUCK THE TRASH COPS, IF THEY ABUSE THEIR RANK, HUH? I WON'T GIVE A FUCK ABOUT BEING SURROUNDED, IF THEY DISCRIMINATE AGAINST AFRICAN AMERICANS. It doesn't make any sense... BUT EVERYONE IS BRAINLESS! YOU HAVE A TOOL BUT HAVE NO PROBLEM, YOU HAVE POWER BUT NO GOALS YET, THIS SELFISHNESS YOU AIN'T KNOW HOW TO CONTROL IT. I RIP OFF THE HEADS OF THOSE THEY DON'T USE, EITHER WAY I WILL DIE I'VE NOTHING LEFT TO LOSE, THIS POWER THAT THEY HAVE THEY'LL ALWAYS ABUSE, Looks like I'm the only one WHO PERCEIVES THIS VIEW OH, I ALREADY HAVE A COP TAIL, I STILL THINK IT WASN'T THE WRONG WAY, YOU GREEDY SCUM, BITE YOUR TONGUE AND THEN FILL YOUR MOUTH WITH DIRTY DOUGH, THE ONE WHO KILLS A PERSON 'CUZ OF THE COLOR OF HIS SKIN CANNOT HAVE A SOUL, SO SHUT THE FUCK UP AND KEEP SITTING ON YOUR THRONE... I'M SURE I'LL BE GAGGED SOMEDAY, THE TRUTH IS THAT IT WON'T CHANGE, I'M SURE I'LL BE GAGGED SOMEDAY, THE TRUTH IS THAT IT WON'T CHANGE... I cut the body 'cross the belt with a blade, LIKE YUNO GASAI, THERE'S MADNESS IN MY BRAIN, I'M SPILLING BLOOD TO TAKE ALL THE PAIN AWAY, EVERYONE IN MY WAY WILL BE INSTANTLY SLAIN...
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