Service the discursive lurkers in the furthest mergers of a scary circus,
My homeboy brave he annoy brothers so he in grave like others
The crowd's with me, all according to plan
'cause it was an admired service-man
Now money is a service, but it's worthless, there's no purpose, shit,
I'm above the average rapper cause this is crack i spit
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