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At night I wear a wolf's head on my head
Considering a regular character
Food hoarder, with the flora
in cahoots with beauty and brute force
I've got a new normal at a thirty in New York, plus
at the fire pulling portions out of corn husks
Never mind time on the bus
errant knights thwarting any motherfucking fork tongued-sport
Agita the hind molars, though his body less a weapon more a bag of lipomas
Over medium, treat like scratch-offs
Rap black-ops, rappers like lap dogs
He got the rad moves, catty alpha (wait)
die at the crap-shoot (wait)
Looking for a hole to casually collapse through
Try nine by the cat food
it is
Ooh wee, do we roast in a bilge, when the skinny from afar is in them hills
Time better let a couple decay, if somebody going to rue the day
Check, check,
Catch 'em on the
(I joking)
No maps, no muster
(Nah, I joking)
I put a on a tomb
(I joking)
Makin bath tub
I'm
we go
The whip got a and teeth
Too tough, two blood-shot eyes with a bleep
When any arrow wants your lungs in reach
I field a vessel going zero to the fuck think
And when your function I'm on an undisclosed island
Stroking exotic animals, open up science
Leaning a jewellers loupe over a stolen 'o diamonds
Palm-made products a of modern triumph, try us
Back at the battering ram
Cro-mags, wait till this plant grow legs
All you is intimate and code names
Ricochet around the geometry of a space
Unfrozen part of his new
Face of evil, heart of Camu Tao
Some people find the to be oddly alluring
I was in the dark, dodging and
Maybe I look like an ugly doll
(I joking)
Pack a in the wheelhouse
(Nah, I joking)
brass tacks everywhere
(I joking)
I own many homes
I'm
we go
All hog to we costume
Black you can set your watch to
Tall drink, depths an air raid
Radically detach with of the hair-brain
Down with the ship go a dozen fried links
Upperway, upper-case style kings
Get pie-faced, sent tied to the sinewaves
Lights off, spine on
Riding down the block, scooping Bobby in a
Tome me tell 'em "Hello, 7: 30 noodle-town"
'em down, global domination over sold bake
Situation commanding a broke cosplay
You don't want a on an off-day trading horror stories from the hollows
The summary is as
"These hate those and this thinks absurd"
Yip yap, y'all and birds
Meow meow meow meow
(I joking)
Talking on the radio
(Nah, I joking)
Uh, suckers never me
(I joking)
I found Jimmy Hoffa's
I'm
we go