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Secretly you probably Loud tyrant, now YOU be quiet Husheth, dost protesth too mucheth Your deeds are on file, take testament is bupkis I feel Lazarus, steppin out the grave To give reporters of his death, the greatest nay It ain't hear or say, you can see it for own two Sucker or get and feel it if you want to But I know you, you and can't do Seamstress and lies are up your handle Palms and fingertips on You crossed a good now he cued the ultra-disher Shell position fill your old self Machine gun ran in the pad and himself Now your project sinks up Hand over head and the red is seepin willow goin onry ape shit Little homey onlooker shout,"He gon' make it!" The where bullies find God Dumb-ass, he been on the all along Tried to help you steer clear, you up to the climax The brick wall on your cheeks than Imax Heavy I know you wish you never tried black Dante air blow you can't hijack Yes, but I digress Let me aside and let the EMS clean up the drecks Extra soak the medics to they own asshole I pray peace on your now BEGONE~! Movin on, to deeper brighter better and