At a funeral service lurking and snatching purses
You've heard it as a myth, but this is a hype for curses
I'll imprison your loved ones in burning furnace
Dial up words but they're not in service
As they juggle knives for a deadly purpose, entertaining service, recursive
Audiences respect the witty girlness and not that dissing curtness.
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