Service the discursive lurkers in the furthest mergers of a scary circus,
Im #psychophysical, the rap bastard brushin my teeth with the rustiest daggers
The mask is on 'em like a catholic service
I'll imprison your loved ones in burning furnace
And then bitch-slap her on purpose,
Dial up words but they're not in service
GO BACK TO WRITE A SONG ABOUT ANOTHER TOPIC !
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