Service the discursive lurkers in the furthest mergers of a scary circus,
Im #psychophysical, the rap bastard brushin my teeth with the rustiest daggers
Dial up words but they're not in service
Im steady surgin' with verses, deadly but on the surface im nervous
At a funeral service lurking and snatching purses
You've heard it as a myth, but this is a hype for curses
GO BACK TO WRITE A SONG ABOUT ANOTHER TOPIC !
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