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