Lletres:
Max Romeo King Of Kings

them up, ye everlasting doors; and the King of glory shall come in. Who is this King of glory? The LORD of hosts, he is the King of glory. The man

I tug my friend down to my astigmatism Low Bro Packs and rows, Max a golden butcher Last catapult standin in a land of coke and hookers King cotton

cogs in a wheel We work, we hurt, we search, we feel The microphonist that utilizes the study of Conics Circular motion in both the Para and the hyperbolas Mad Max

ve saw the bright quasars Make the Earth look like the moon under the night craters He battled cats that looked like Mad Max Swung his lyrical axe with