Secret service insurgents observe me nervously
You in your after life fitting in hell perfectly
Bow your heads-i see the lines of my beaten artist hearses.
At a funeral service lurking and snatching purses
Penetratin' the game on its cervix is my service
Except for the lower class, now what's their purpose?
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