Secret service insurgents observe me nervously
Spiralling down for what seems and eternity,
At a funeral service lurking and snatching purses
Bow your heads-i see the lines of my beaten artist hearses.
Im #psychophysical, the rap bastard brushin my teeth with the rustiest daggers
Service the discursive lurkers in the furthest mergers of a scary circus,
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