Your heart literally is what i do want for lunch
The way i drop your spine like i got maestro's touch
"know you'll always be left behind until you grow a spine."
It took time -- but finally the cash was mine
And three hours in the showers with the corpse
Bring back record sales, i sail while i break records
I'm at morgan, howard, coppen, trying to find that higher knowledge
Why haven't you fled, run! your fat #buns gonna be part of my #mac's lunch
Shredding lines like it's a crime, on my stack goes your spine,
Whipping white and baking soda, at the same damn time
Severed my spine drained my blood then turned cannibal and ate me,
They hating, patrolling and trying to catch me riding dirty
A crest-fallen prodigy
No smilescause ain't a thing funny
You can pick the next room
Heiny showing like baboon,
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