The crack epidemic is hot.
A rose thorn tatted on the back.
The Silver Court, the block.
With rock and roll in my blood.
To incarnate Bruce Lee.
Like Lemuria before the Flood.
This is the Atlantean Decree.
The internal clock, the time.
The Mark of the Beast...
Which is served with a Corona and Lime.
The Lake of Fire, the deceased.
This is the last bar.
The brew with the hip hops.
To conquer a galaxy that's far.
And we confused on the staple crop?
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