Ur heart beats slow, and the pound that echos remorse.
To use the "force," with the Pale Horse, this the back burner.
This reminds me of the chicken dinner with Ted Lerner.
This the National's Anthem, and we shoot to the Moon.
And Ye' coffin has no room, and Ye' can't afford the plane ticket.
Was this the cop on the 6th? His name is Sicknick.
And Ye' wig out, this the Fox News Tick.
So we light up, this the brand name Bic.
And to the Crips, we raise the red flag.
It's all in love, this the challenge.
Confused on the football at all costs.
Start with the red card from the start.
In other words, admit to be defeated.
To not learn from the past, ur future repeated.
And ur sol is depleted, with every last drop.
Now it's Hell on Earth, time to look for a new top.
So now we top down, a penny for ur thoughts.
This the carbon tax, money doesn't grow on trees.
And the bumble bee, to receive the key to the Pit.
This is Moloch's decree, this the bullshit.
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