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"We now present to you...music" up*
"Music to you stutter"

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I've been a dog fighter Henson invention
Trooper burst result of Dragon Ball Racer gene splicing
Mach force, blind the extorted style from the common
Destiny dream sighting, important as the prints
God shit the planet "What on Earth is that?"
I sit five dimensions
Only to muscle the specimen
Fending tragic fatality successful violets
All hail and hello dollies!
I flow ridiculous, to now
Who the fifth golden ticket?
Saw the wicked war phantom mansion the pickets
The house next door to the stickball clears the fence
Y'all hesitate to it!
I was walking a pinball tilt built landscape
circling turtle
I the bullet in a wingspan shadow
Suck and rust the gulps
And spit the metal directly up the barrel
We the silhouettes (right)
The common decency a lowball estimate of zero
My testament is b-boy stances
Dancing past the foggy
With clean the billy goat beard, camoflague the spirit
I'm at six degrees of sexy
Yeah swam up inside summerjam classic
the bed backwards bastard
Scaverning the carnival for an outlet
WHO THE FUCK IS AES
I'm not a name to keep at arms
Adjacent to little lattice makeshift
Sick security mechanism, check your
I am not a vision, your mission
a simple sourpatch delinquent
No it not help you shove your Lincoln

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I alone
I alone in the mud
I alone, I condone zone planting
I alone stand in a social
All up to dome, follow I alone

"Now you see me, now you don't" Man]

[Aesop
Well he was enough but still scraped up
Taki 183 innovation for the
Brick ironlung honor
Escape through the night like a teen Krylon bomber
a care inside from posting the roster
Mal-adjusted blank faced dispersed feelings
Reeling in several defunct fame-booster modules
This nervous twitch mark the delectable ingredient
See Aesop starving troops in blocks with strap-on feeding bins
(More like) Like I'd auction off a fuck for that blind you ride in
I'd rather find the and watch you hide them
the haggered look penetrate brain castle
Blasting clear out the back of this sour wind collection
(FLASH FLOODER!)
You're a fuckin toy
A goddamn four string criminal trading
The they decorate the fonts of closing credits
To boost on-looker amusement fading hard
Catch more Z's than Rip Van 12 Step Narcolepsy Seminar
The action, we all the masked illusion
The commonfolk, I em all
Challenge thirty
I alone pour talent while they
If the revolution gon' be televised
Then fuck, I'll miss it

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