Service the discursive lurkers in the furthest mergers of a scary circus,
Im #psychophysical, the rap bastard brushin my teeth with the rustiest daggers
Gave away for another day a real renisance man
'cause it was an admired service-man
Im a better rapper that is non fiction, i got better diction that i must admit
Now money is a service, but it's worthless, there's no purpose, shit,
GO BACK TO WRITE A SONG ABOUT ANOTHER TOPIC !
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