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Dinner is at 8

Dinner is at 8

From the city of the insidious where we rob the penniless 
indigenous as far as the city stretch
all at home from the internet or face to face may be the interest
demanding payment in full with interest
when our paths just crossed we intersect
and sinners get finished when victims send
their goodbyes on instagram in an instant then
we finish them
Sincerely this your man requesting what's your dinner plans 

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