The emperor, subjects, and his you all
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Secretly you probably Loud tyrant, now YOU be quiet Husheth, thou protesth too mucheth Your deeds are on file, take your is bupkis I feel like Lazarus, out the grave To give reporters of his death, the greatest nay It ain't or say, you can see it for your own two Sucker or get and feel it if you want to But I you, you won't and can't do Seamstress and are bustin up your handle Palms and fingertips on You crossed a good now he cued the ultra-disher Shell fill your old tradition self Machine gun ran in the pad and himself Now your project sinks up Hand over and the sticky red is seepin Weepin willow goin ape shit Little homey onlooker shout,"He gon' make it!" The moment 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 worse Imax Heavy child I know you wish you tried black Dante air blow craft you hijack Yes, but I digress Let me step aside and let the EMS up the drecks gore soak the medics to they own asshole I pray peace on your now BEGONE~! Movin on, to deeper brighter and more