DONT BE FOOLED TWICE YA FOOL

I fear the drama of the world that surrounds us strangely the wind is blowing down the towers.

The reverse of the decor I bring it back without a detour or a tale of the 11th day.

The butter melted, heated by money A western rap was against time.

The eye is on the neck and reflected in the toku of Korea's island to the Boton field.

You don't get it, either. So listen to the story from the beginning.