Im #psychophysical, the rap bastard brushin my teeth with the rustiest daggers
Service the discursive lurkers in the furthest mergers of a scary circus,
No not the heiress just one from an escort service
They say with identity comes purpose
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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