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

[Aesop
I've been a dog fighter Henson invention
burst result of Dragon Ball Z/Speed Racer gene splicing
Mach force, blind the extorted from the common dirty
Destiny dream sighting, important as the prints
God shit the planet screaming "What on is that?"
I sit back dimensions
Only to muscle the specimen
Fending tragic successful dodging violets
All Mary 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 when the clears the fence
hesitate to fetch it!
I was walking through a pinball tilt built
circling turtle
I bite the bullet in a shadow
Suck and the oxygen gulps
And the metal directly back up the barrel
We icegrill the (right)
The common decency factors a estimate of zero
My testament is striking stances
past the foggy mirror
With wipes clean the billy goat beard, camoflague the
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 IS AES ROCK?
I'm not a to keep at arms length
to little lattice quilt makeshift
Sick security mechanism, check mission
I am not a vision, your mission
Just a simple delinquent
No it will not 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" [Method

[Aesop
Well he was enough but still scraped up
Taki 183 for the kids
Brick ironlung honor
Escape the night like a disgruntled teen Krylon bomber
a care inside from posting the roster
Mal-adjusted blank faced civilian dispersed
Reeling in several separate fame-booster modules
This nervous twitch mark the most delectable
See Aesop troops in cell blocks with strap-on feeding bins
(More like) Like I'd auction off a fuck for that blind cause you in
I'd rather the floors and watch you hide them
Feel the haggered look penetrate brain
Blasting clear out the back of this batches sour collection
(FLASH FLOODER!)
You're a wind-up toy
A goddamn four string criminal card
The reason they decorate the of closing credits
To boost on-looker amusement after hard
more Z's than Rip Van Winkle's 12 Step Narcolepsy Seminar
The action, we all compete the illusion
The commonfolk, I em all
thirty balance
I alone pour talent they fidget
If the revolution ain't gon' be
Then fuck, probably miss it

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