Sabbath de Yecouba
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An animal made by dirt
But you are in my clean body
Aligned with the edges of my thong
I cannot memorize when you entered into my body
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Stuck in my thong and bite not knowing your life
Like an ant of the anthill
The ant which bites you and refuses to be removed
That whose head must remain in your body when removed
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Dead for nothing with your words which hang out
Like an unrestrained penis of a mad man
Eating me up bit by bit and run to your hiding like deer
Poisoning my blood with foul sayings and hearsays
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It is a sheer emaciation
As I lose my repute
To be a skeleton of insolence
Torment that is your end after all
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You will have your once upon a time
When your head will only remain in my body
I will have entranced you like a pumpkin thief
For your work if full of lies and devil influence