Im #psychophysical, the rap bastard brushin my teeth with the rustiest daggers
Service the discursive lurkers in the furthest mergers of a scary circus,
The mask is on 'em like a catholic service
You spend days in your room to look perfect on the surface,
Except for the lower class, now what's their purpose?
Dial up words but they're not in service
GO BACK TO WRITE A SONG ABOUT ANOTHER TOPIC !
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