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Rock] I've been a biplane dog fighter Henson Trooper burst of Dragon Ball Z/Speed Racer gene splicing Mach force, the extorted style from the common dirty Destiny dream sighting, as split the prints God the planet screaming "What on Earth is that?" I sit back five Only to muscle the specimen Fending tragic fatality successful violets All hail and hello dollies! I ridiculous, indigenous to now Who holds the fifth golden Saw the wicked war phantom mansion the pickets The house door to when the stickball clears the fence Y'all hesitate to it! I was walking through a pinball built landscape circling turtle I bite the in a wingspan shadow Suck and rust the oxygen And the metal directly back up the barrel We the silhouettes (right) The common decency factors a lowball estimate of My is striking b-boy stances past the foggy mirror With wipes clean the goat beard, camoflague the spirit I'm at six degrees of sexy Yeah never swam up inside summerjam Under the bed bastard Scaverning the carnival grounds for an WHO THE FUCK IS AES I'm not a to keep at arms length Adjacent to little quilt makeshift Sick mechanism, check your mission I am not a vision, check mission Just a sourpatch delinquent No it will not you shove your Lincoln
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