Lines naturally come out of my mind,and end up looking like bad cursive.
At a funeral service lurking and snatching purses
My punch lines make you bleed internally,
Secret service insurgents observe me nervously
Personally purchase the hearse, attend the service
They say with identity comes purpose
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