Secret service insurgents observe me nervously
You in your after life fitting in hell perfectly
Im #psychophysical, the rap bastard brushin my teeth with the rustiest daggers
Service the discursive lurkers in the furthest mergers of a scary circus,
Penetratin' the game on its cervix is my service
Except for the lower class, now what's their purpose?
GO BACK TO WRITE A SONG ABOUT ANOTHER TOPIC !
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