'cause it was an admired service-man
The crowd's with me, all according to plan
Bastard, hap hazardous track master, put a beat on and words become lavishly crass daggers/
Service the discursive lurkers in the furthest mergers of a scary circus,
No not the heiress just one from an escort service
So i can make a difference, then make rappers feel nervous,
GO BACK TO WRITE A SONG ABOUT ANOTHER TOPIC !
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