No not the heiress just one from an escort service
Ever since i wrote raps first, i knew i'd write perfect verses,
You in your after life fitting in hell perfectly
Secret service insurgents observe me nervously
Simply unable to afford four little pills that cost only a few dollars
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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