Service the discursive lurkers in the furthest mergers of a scary circus,
Im #psychophysical, the rap bastard brushin my teeth with the rustiest daggers
I wish that was really true man
'cause it was an admired service-man
Now money is a service, but it's worthless, there's no purpose, shit,
Now all i want is more my little pony toys to play wit
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