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

[Aesop
I've been a biplane dog Henson invention
Trooper burst result of Dragon Ball Z/Speed Racer splicing
Mach force, blind the extorted style from the common
Destiny dream sighting, important as split the
God shit the screaming "What on Earth is that?"
I sit five dimensions
Only to the overcooked specimen
Fending tragic fatality successful dodging
All hail Mary and dollies!
I flow ridiculous, to now
Who holds the fifth ticket?
Saw the wicked war phantom mansion beyond the
The house next door to when the stickball the fence
hesitate to fetch it!
I was walking through a pinball tilt built
Terradactle circling
I bite the bullet in a shadow
Suck and the oxygen gulps
And spit the metal back up the barrel
We icegrill the (right)
The decency factors a lowball estimate of zero
My testament is striking b-boy
Dancing the foggy mirror
With wipes the billy goat beard, camoflague the spirit
I'm at six of sexy sarcasm
Yeah never swam up summerjam classic
Under the bed bastard
Scaverning the grounds for an outlet
WHO THE FUCK IS AES
I'm not a name to keep at arms
Adjacent to little lattice quilt
Sick security mechanism, check mission
I am not a vision, check mission
Just a sourpatch delinquent
No it will not help you shove your

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I settle
I alone in the mud
I alone, I condone rebel 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 maverick enough but scraped up
183 innovation for the kids
Brick foot ironlung
Escape through the night like a disgruntled Krylon bomber
Without a care inside from the roster
Mal-adjusted faced civilian dispersed feelings
Reeling in separate defunct fame-booster modules
This nervous twitch the most delectable ingredient
See Aesop starving troops in blocks with strap-on feeding bins
(More like) Like I'd off a fuck for that blind cause you ride in
I'd rather find the floors and watch you them
the haggered look penetrate brain castle
Blasting clear out the back of batches sour wind collection
(FLASH FLOODER!)
You're a wind-up toy
A goddamn four string trading card
The reason they decorate the fonts of closing
To boost on-looker amusement after fading
Catch more Z's than Rip Van Winkle's 12 Narcolepsy Seminar
The action, we all the masked illusion
The commonfolk, I em all
Challenge thirty
I alone pour while they fidget
If the revolution ain't gon' be
Then fuck, I'll miss it

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