Personally purchase the hearse, attend the service
You spend days in your room to look perfect on the surface,
Wait a second..the souls still have fear,every hearse reverses.
At a funeral service lurking and snatching purses
Im #psychophysical, the rap bastard brushin my teeth with the rustiest daggers
Service the discursive lurkers in the furthest mergers of a scary circus,
GO BACK TO WRITE A SONG ABOUT ANOTHER TOPIC !
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