Service the discursive lurkers in the furthest mergers of a scary circus,
Im #psychophysical, the rap bastard brushin my teeth with the rustiest daggers
No not the heiress just one from an escort service
Im steady surgin' with verses, deadly but on the surface im nervous
Bow your heads-i see the lines of my beaten artist hearses.
At a funeral service lurking and snatching purses
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