I'm hot like the backlash backdraft from sugar packets packed with anthrax
Service the discursive lurkers in the furthest mergers of a scary circus,
At a funeral service lurking and snatching purses
Turn you niggas into urns, my furnaces re-furnish,
Service the discursive lurkers in the furthest mergers of a scary circus,
Im #psychophysical, the rap bastard brushin my teeth with the rustiest daggers
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