Im #psychophysical, the rap bastard brushin my teeth with the rustiest daggers
Service the discursive lurkers in the furthest mergers of a scary circus,
At a funeral service lurking and snatching purses
Ripe and furbished with lies and cries tied in earth's cervix
The mask is on 'em like a catholic service
You spend days in your room to look perfect on the surface,
GO BACK TO WRITE A SONG ABOUT ANOTHER TOPIC !
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