Im #psychophysical, the rap bastard brushin my teeth with the rustiest daggers
Service the discursive lurkers in the furthest mergers of a scary circus,
No not the heiress just one from an escort service
Except for the lower class, now what's their purpose?
As they juggle knives for a deadly purpose, entertaining service, recursive
Lines naturally come out of my mind,and end up looking like bad cursive.
GO BACK TO WRITE A SONG ABOUT ANOTHER TOPIC !
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