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The mass is screaming |
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The animal is bleeding |
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They call this sport and culture |
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And wait for the death like vultures |
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They let it bleed |
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Hate this sort of entertainment |
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I hate this ****ing butchery |
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I want to see the torero crippled |
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Without eyes, teeth kicked out |
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Disembowelled, his dick broken |
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Castrated, legs ripped off, lame |
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His wife raped by aids infected men |
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His children screaming in pain |
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Carnival carnage |
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I want to see the arena collapse |
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I want to see the spectators burn |
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They let it bleed |
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Torero - |
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I want to see you dead |
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Cripple the ****ing bastard |
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Crush his brain |
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With your hoofs stomp on his abdomen |
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I want to see his bowls |
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Splatter on the ground |
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The ****ing red cloth brown with feces |
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And then piss on the so called hero |
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Carnival carnage |
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I want to see you die |
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I want to see you die |
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I want to see you die |
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I want to see you die |
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DIE, DIE, DIE, DIE |
