Penetratin' the game on its cervix is my service
You spend days in your room to look perfect on the surface,
Service the discursive lurkers in the furthest mergers of a scary circus,
My homeboy brave he annoy brothers so he in grave like others
Secret service insurgents observe me nervously
You in your after life fitting in hell perfectly
GO BACK TO WRITE A SONG ABOUT ANOTHER TOPIC !
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