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Desolate periphery of Mosul
Malice gazes west
The clock ticks for vengeance
On my suicide vest
Targeting the Bullring
Bombing starts at six,
No time for the toilet;
I'm dying for a piss.
God is dead;
Submit to Allah!
God is dead,
Pissmillah!
Fermented Fruits of Zaqqum,
Hit them like a truck.
Latrine infant corpses,
72 virgins to fuck.
A golden acid attack,
I detonate my vesicles.
Procession to the Pissgrave,
Discharged from my testicles.
God is dead;
Submit to Allah!
God is dead,
Pissmillah!
الله أكبر
I fucking explode,
I piss my pants,
I don't kiss the carpet,
For The 13th of France.
Trypophobic handbirth,
Infernal Airmax,
If I don't kill you faggots,
And present my ass.
I fucking explode,
I piss my pants,
I don't kiss the carpet,
For The 13th of France.
Trypophobic handbirth,
Infernal Airmax,
If I don't kill you faggots,
And present my ass.
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