Service the discursive lurkers in the furthest mergers of a scary circus,
Simply unable to afford four little pills that cost only a few dollars
At a funeral service lurking and snatching purses
Wait a second..the souls still have fear,every hearse reverses.
Service the discursive lurkers in the furthest mergers of a scary circus,
Im #psychophysical, the rap bastard brushin my teeth with the rustiest daggers
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