the wall
knock knock , on the wall is a choice for a fool only a punishment of the years , u can't be punched to death, we can't even win u in table tennis u can't be shot to death who dears bring fuel to brun u down u help in stopping criminals in the dead end of an alley I will not have u to stop me even if cement is as cost Nigeria I will be eager to break what is not mine because I am not the owner neither will I pay u tragedy mallet ,made granade will be useful for something so though , call me if u need destruction , spoils on ur face will not bring me down ππππππππππππππππππππππππππππππβΊβΊβΊβΊβΊβΊβΊβΊβΊ die foul beast. Dan hotel no go vex
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