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arteries hardly handle me, it's insanity the bastards are lit lit candles lit lit hand me the flattery, at mastery i'm the man to see, a physical tapestry, the fastest bastard that ever lasted when i got the candle handed to me, understandably hassled; i am culture, the suicide cyanide vulture, top trumps i up jump, fucking your posture, i nurture the fucks that'll butcher your future, once super but turned to the clark kent masked men that's them hidden in the dark den holding your mandem, the fact bent to fit the shape of the chosen purpose; hidden but bringing the ruckus, fuck this, it's the success cunts dissing every other one that's not breathing the lithium, and even the trivia is given to hinder ya, i'm breathing a picture of idiom aluminium.
17 second aluminium
idiom aluminium x2
i'm still snacking on a wagon wheel, about to devour a happy meal, smelling like a daffodil, sometimes i just have to chill, superboost my energy, conjour concoctions cleverly, run rap like a referee, wake the dead up the cemetery, we share a chemistry, leave behind a deadbeat legacy, i'm not bringing any stress with me, causing disorder until they're arresting me, i'm all up in your radar, the major player, the risk taker, i'm straight all up in your face, blah! fuck a predetermined pattern of behaviour, i'm busy being a reality shaper, the luck maker, opportunity taker, the life changer, i'm just trying to make art, rap animal, fuck reading a manual, i just went out and did exactly what i had to do.
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worm66,
released September 18, 2013
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