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Norrkoping, Ostergotlands Lan, Sweden 
He take booty not just candy
He dress up like he a granny
Then he be waiting for ♥♥♥♥♥♥ to walk off alone
He make sure they ain't near no home
He sneak up and he let out a moan
He rip off your booty and then he is gone
I remember one day, it was like 2012
It was big Randy, I could just tell
He took my booty and I couldn't yell
I got to thе house, mama said, "Where is yo' ass and whеre is yo' candy?"
And I said, "Mama, it was Big ♥♥♥♥ Randy!"
"He came out of nowhere, On God he appeared
And then he ran off with my rear"
"He took my whole booty and all of my candy
But you should be lucky that I'm even here"
"Randy's the real deal, he usually finish the kill
I guess I got lucky"
"I don't know how I made it out of there alive
Before that big ♥♥♥♥♥ could ♥♥♥♥ me"
I got the torch
We 'bout to burn down the thrones
We need a change
Look at the world that we live
Look how the evil has grown
All the innocence lost
We need a new beginning, man the vision is off
We need to rage, wage war
Yeah, we need to rage on
I am here, war boots, I'ma buy a pair
No suits, just fighters here
Grassroots and some riot gear
I'm still fly like a pilot chair
Bravehearts never die in fear
I ain't a stranger to the danger
I'ma live and I'm dyin' here, yeah
So I'm lookin' up more
'Cause I know what I'm up for
'Cause we need a change
And I'm startin' an uproar
SA marschiert mit ruhig festem Schritt.
𝄆 Kam'raden, die Rotfront und Reaktion erschossen,
Marschier'n im Geist in unser'n Reihen mit. 𝄇
Die Straße frei den braunen Bataillonen.
Die Straße frei dem Sturmabteilungsmann!
Es schau'n aufs Hakenkreuz voll Hoffnung schon Millionen.
Der Tag für Freiheit und für Brot bricht an![c]
Zum letzten Mal wird Sturmalarm geblasen![d]
Zum Kampfe steh'n wir alle schon bereit!
Schon flattern Hitlerfahnen über allen Straßen.[e]
Die Knechtschaft dauert nur noch kurze Zeit!
when in deepest bondage cast,
Hear Thy Serbian children's voices,
Be our help as in the past.
With Thy mighty hand sustain us,
Still our rugged pathway trace;
???? God, our hope; protect and cherish,
Serbian lands and Serbian race! ????
II
Bind in closest links our kindred
Teach the love that will not fail,
May the loathed fiend of discord
Never in our ranks prevail.
Let the golden fruits of union
Our young tree of freedom grace;
God, our Master! Guide and prosper,
Serbian lands and Serbian race! ????
III
Lord! Avert from us Thy vengeance,
Thunder of Thy dreaded ire;
Bless each Serbian town and hamlet,
Mountain, meadow, hearth and spire!
When our host goes forth to battle
Death or victory to embrace-
???? God of armies! Be our leader,
Strengthen then the Serbian race! ????
IV
On our sepulcher of ages
Breaks the resurrection morn,
From the slough of direst slavery
Serbia anew is born.