At a funeral service lurking and snatching purses
Wait a second..the souls still have fear,every hearse reverses.
Dial up words but they're not in service
I'll imprison your loved ones in burning furnace
Service the discursive lurkers in the furthest mergers of a scary circus,
Im #psychophysical, the rap bastard brushin my teeth with the rustiest daggers
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