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    I'm twice born, once and seven something
    Once is the resurrection of honorable function
    Been shoveling a coal as the engine's doctor
    Long enough to see my silhouette acquire a permanent kink in a posture
    The metenance of icicle spirit by the warmth of true endearment
    Was, is, and forever will be a luxury
    I'm a soubrette columnist fathering doom document
    Cursed version of a certain Virgin Mary womb occupant

    [Verse One]
    I know swamp rats who never suckled oxygen purification
    Sure it's blurry may have had them speeennnd breeezzzzze
    Stuck until my friend leaves puppet for the plummet committee
    Sputtering bum numb enough to stomach the city
    Who's that hugging a silhouette of willows with a hill's crest pan out?
    On the candy coated crab apples, sugar dipped deadpan outs
    I got a plan, I'll turnaquet my quest
    Defeat a needle into battling to mute the mess
    With patience galas with absentee balance I shove in the button
    Strutting to exhibit mankind's hostility function
    With a, ppppppppp paling in comparison a methias Goliath
    Live to riggedy frame in a wicked silence
    I top and ate my nameless square then I bumped eyelids
    With a Christ we saw the same thing through a second
    What's that? The grand mosaic depicting historical glory in a legend
    Nurse me through the time stick and stone mixes hex my fertile crescent
    Now all's well, I'm laughing on the inside I swear
    Just trying to keep my head above red tide despair
    My imperfections pair off with buddy system symmetrics morbidly
    So every second the discontent's locked accordingly
    Let's turn mummy's shut up affection a berserk glory condition
    And pray for the day a star child tugs the ribbon
    Meddle in a two-hand grip when that spoon full of sugar medical chaser
    Credible crasser antidote's terrible taste the
    Water with a stolen soul pen left picture mad rhythm pinned
    Never set a grin and fly health
    Consider me a mobile advertisement for that hybrid plan of fabrics
    I deemed practical, now is you is or is you ain't compatible
    I feel a wind in my opinions plus hyper clutch
    Crush one's ginger bread tenement awful,
    It's like the date of Grado Methasawmill
    A lifeline of spectacular expansion leaves the reaper
    At the hand of what man's hand jokes
    My friend's got a book about dreams, I look and laugh
    I dream a book about my friends and still can't decipher the half
    Ch-chatter boooox, now let a soothe sayer major
    Cater to a king green battered on the brink of disease
    I am, skin and bones, I am, sin and poems, I am, tin and chrome
    You grin and groans fuck it I'm tinted when accrete zone
    Blow the pedals off a dandelion trying to make my little gypsy blush
    And felt as if I'd actually accomplish something  
    Fortify the bullies of the jokes soaking in treatment
    Sit and watch the percentages teeter on the evening
    On a ghost up in a fuse a lot second before the cock dropped
    In the Styx and stared him down until he fixed it

    Fashion, it's cool and all but what about God?
     [Oh God, well he's the man, but what about reading?]
    What, like novels, man that don't hold my attention, what about television?
     [Television hurts my brain, how about walking in the rain?]
    I hate walking, it's boring, how about some old fashioned gone fishin'
     [Yeah, fishing's great but I can't stand hooking the bait, lets dance]
    I've got too left feet plus motion sickness, how about breakfast?
     [Man, I'm hungry, but that means I'mma have to borrow some money]
    Let's fly a kite [Let's burn the generals]
    Let's sell lemonade [Let's drink]
    Let's poke a hole inside the tugboat, ease on back and watch it sink
    [Naw, lets scare a pupil once a year just to shake the academy]
    Casually note the blossom of phantom alignment strategy

    [Verse Two]
    I'll make the waterfall out of order in autumn saw the quarter
    When the gods mimic the vintage knuckle drag sacked in a coffin
    I affiliate my rag dummy appearance with a most cohesive spirit
    Clattering the yesterday ain't shed a tear since
    Hear me, wrote the Old Yeller community cartoon
    The carousel balloon extravagant aware, inviting it
    I'm swore to Adam and matter and saddling
    Warhead thorax and abdomen to primitive horse back galloping
    My index fingers rest in my talisman branded up in the jackals skin
    One must pardon yee old common street detour
    Weaving graceful through the prom directed column
    Greater virus retreats to a lot in Valom
    Bean stalk where the fiend walk and my name is mud
    But that's got a ring to it so my swill welcomes the flood
    I walk through God's practical joke on man practically broke
    And if they raise my rent again I'll spend my nights practically soaked
    Who spits silk dimensions with a noose looped by the raft?
    After lack of reasoning jedi 3, 2, 1,
    Oooh I'm hung, I've clung to hope but see you in hell
    I'll be that clear blue icicle that simply refused to melt
    Sturdy eye krulin, tin can skeleton,
    Skull of a thousand dilapidated dream remnants
    Here to convict based on a tin bucket of evidence
    I steer where the heaven's merely a legend so the peasants dream well

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