Lyric prank "Cancer - Twenty One Pilots"

Hallu!!
This time i pranked two strangers by  sending them lyrics from Twenty one pilots "Cancer"
This song tells about a guy who fights against cancer. I thought these strangers would pity me... but they were not 😂😂.

So here it is.
hope u enjoy 😂

He will moist it 😂

She has gone to zoo 😂

I'm about to die

._.

Omg -_-



.....

That was the first, here's the second one

Stupid 😂

Lol, rape him, wtf

 Which holes? 😂
 What hair? 😂

 He wanted me to go 😂

I will not !!



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