Im #psychophysical, the rap bastard brushin my teeth with the rustiest daggers
Service the discursive lurkers in the furthest mergers of a scary circus,
You spend days in your room to look perfect on the surface,
Dial up words but they're not in service
'cause it was an admired service-man
You got some plan? your the big man?
GO BACK TO WRITE A SONG ABOUT ANOTHER TOPIC !
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