, everyone, everyone, do the ad jam with me. With me. Everybody yell, Just do it. Everybody yell, Just do it. Everybody yell, do the ad jam with me. Do the ad
the king of Siam And if you don't have a penny Why should I give a damn? Ad hominem You think you're better than I am Ad hominem You think you're better
[Run-D.M.C.] Run-D.M.C., the Kings of Queens and we in this month's Penthouse, Magazine You can find out things that you never knew About Run-D.M.C. in
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Looking up from an icy spot Praying for the rebirth of the sun If everything would explode Would you breathe in or out? Bring me a dog or a loaded gun
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(s macdonald) History repeats itself ad infinitum If the plans come off the shelf he hopes he was invited And the world's hard on the kid For something
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Septentrionis Kazh-Ran Navigii parati erant ad solvendum Versus Ruid-Dor sinus Elfmuth Theatrum supremi certaminis designatum Blasphema caterva ad
culpas ab corpore excorticat et sibi eius torquem facit Spiritus mendaci Spiritus ad vindictam Spiritus insanus Spiritus insanus Spiritus mendaci Spiritus ad
beatus regnum Dei beatus. Tuba cum sonuerit dies crit extrema et iudex advenerit vocabit sempiterna electos in patria prescitos ad inferna prescitos ad inferna. Ad
Take whatever you see Whatever you like and what you need Life has opened the doors Has shown you the way you're meant to go Fate has given the space
I need the kind of girl that knows A girl that likes to wear my clothes Someone who always buys me coke A girl who laughs at all my jokes That's the
I bind us all today we made here a vengeance tears of the patriarch(s) and the blackness of preference silence of impostors the atheism of confessors
Cold rains of blood Falling overnight The persecuted mass Is screaming of pain and despair People running everywhere The victory has begun Unholy thoughts
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Your senility reflects your dying religion Decades of reign among the perverted lambs Praising tolerance and forgiveness But concealing Holy Inquisition
Welcome to the last journey No luggages needed Come in, all! It's free We invite your family To join the herd of useless beings Irrelevant hope Blinding
