Im #psychophysical, the rap bastard brushin my teeth with the rustiest daggers
Service the discursive lurkers in the furthest mergers of a scary circus,
Wait a second..the souls still have fear,every hearse reverses.
At a funeral service lurking and snatching purses
You spend days in your room to look perfect on the surface,
No not the heiress just one from an escort service
GO BACK TO WRITE A SONG ABOUT ANOTHER TOPIC !
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