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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