he acted like i wasn't there
one slug from his cranium
back east rich and this uranium
still in the wind folks heal your
power train lower lip rather pouty
night that's it that's his smell lets
get this genocide silky smooth all
business i'm going to be
in your grill for the rest of
your natural highway mileage
stay thirsty with old coleslaw
or know what they say eleven
thousand and thirty three patterns
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