| So it’s the
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| Devastating, diabolic method master
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| Masterpiece piecing jigsaws of mixed puzzle pieces
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| Picture piercing imperfection on the rise, picturesque
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| Desk bot photograph, I’ll laugh at you for spitting that
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| Misguided beaten path, grass worn down, sound blaring
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| Style grabber sparker heat to hash, yo, then I’ll need to dash
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| Gotta swoop some baby wipes, hit the crib and kiss the wife
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| Hit the shower, hum a tune for ‘bout an hour, pave the moon
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| Touch the stars with painted palette, loaded polychromatic
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| Flow at the show, showoff with soft writtens and get major way
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| I’ll save the day, fly in with a purple cape
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| Stand with hands on hips and giggle sinister
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| And then I’ll walk, run, sleep, drink
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| Think, write, train, fail
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| Blink, shrink, water, drink
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| Spit rhyme, live, die
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| Give, take, early, late, real, fake
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| Sex, drugs, violence
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| Thugs, smoke, laugh
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| into oblivion
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| Stale, fresh, time, mesh
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| Signs, climb, ladder
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| Splatter mind matter
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| Chatter, quit
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| Sit well, cage free
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| Love, hate, get me
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| See, blind, find, lost
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| Off, on, flip switch
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| Poor, rich, ditch dig
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| Deep stay, sleep stay sleep stay
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| Evolving, solving ridiculous riddles
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| Simple, never minuscule
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| Clever pen slicing, dicing mammals for lunch meat
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| Sandwiches left challengers with bandages and tourniquet
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| Valid mic murders serve you with style that is main courses
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| Corpses haunt my field of dreams with crop circles and scheme of things
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| No phone rings, Saturn patterns develop from dust clouds
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| Particles of articles penned from lost pages
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| Find me silent about a mile from where the stage is
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| Meditate and reciting scripture for listener reaction
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| Fashion icon should choke on fabric being crushed by pythons
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| Is my mic on? |
| Don’t miss this mischievous massacre menacing about a thousand
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| times worse than anything that you’re envisioning
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| Every utterance smothers kids with comforters
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| There’s no escape, I fell from grace, I so what’chu runnin' for?
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| (What'chu runnin' for?)
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| I fell from grace, I so what’chu runnin' for?
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| What’chu runnin' for? |
| What’chu runnin' for?
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| Stop runnin', stop runnin', stop runnin'
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| And then I’ll walk, run, sleep, drink
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| Think, write, train, fail
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| Blink, shrink, water, drink
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| Spit rhyme, live, die
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| Give, take, early, late, real, fake
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| Sex, drugs, violence
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| Thugs, smoke, laugh
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| into oblivion
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| Stale, fresh, time, mesh
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| Signs, climb, ladder
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| Splatter mind matter
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| Chatter, quit
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| Sit well, cage free
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| Love, hate, get me
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| See, blind, find, lost
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| Off, on, flip switch
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| Poor, rich, ditch dig
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| Deep stay, sleep stay sleep stay |