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Come my love
Let's break into a website
Let's make a baby
Let's create a virus
Trafficking weapons poems by Rimbaud
(Trading weapons slaves and grudges)
Life is good, life is good, life is beautiful
No one who fears a slap
Doesn't put his face on the screen
As my uncle, a fraudster, says rio
Thief who robs thief
He has a hundred years of forgiveness
Trickster also has his day as a fool
Tramp thinks I'm rich
Nego thinks I'm cool
When things get tough, I do my job
I apply, I don't run out of money
I manage from here, I manage from there
Those who only cry don't breastfeed
In the middle of catch-up
The trickster who is a trickster doesn't fear death
The trickster who is a trickster goes to north
while the ducks go south
Come here, see
How there are assholes on TV
Come here, come here
Life is sweet
But living is bitter
Baby, I'm waiting for you
For the five o'clock chat
Who knows cyber
Who doesn't know anything