two shoes chewed up, colludin with the feud's rogue veterans
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wielding out the smokestack, factory trained to capture in the zoo's ghost predators
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i think i'd funk a bunk colony to possibly amuse grown delegates
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peace, the whipper snapper generation greet em with a full-blown pistol pull
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for every plastic orange bottle
for tarnished pharmacy labels chafed in abrasive pockets
suit the hell hounds with blades and chain links
for the dead walk a little less clumsy than you think
hunger pains chump change
tell it to how his belly get
when bougie hopes hellions
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alumni bum
i got the skin of my teeth between my fingertip and stellar
let's bet it melts together
let's get these men some shelter
three hops on a cot with quaaludes on a pillowcase left in an ultimately cordial gesture
by the staff
it's a bathhouse for brave soldiers
where they coordinate the fornicating whores in maid's clothing
sip a hot mug of kick a chump up to the apple box
frankie says relax, twenty says he snaps
safe wager,
hell ninety percent sensitive jubilee
never return to brag about that fish bigger than you and me
walk on glass, cruise closed residence
bang on doors, food clothes medicine
united we stand til all our parties click
i divide and conquer cuz frankly i'd rather sit
these are them rat races,
machine a man sprocket of fat laces
hatchback and flashbacks from a heyday full of bad lasers
now major ace route the following orders to all his crews, clones, generals
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