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Metabolize on the scattered snare
With the banana pies that he don't like
Like mosquito bites on the shins or ankles
In the end it bends
Let's begin and pretend it's tranquil
Upset stomach on the boat to Lausanne to see the lion
Carved in the wall by the [?]
To commemorate the soldier dying over old divines
Ergo some empire, not to inch but the entire
More pills mean more spills bout the whore house with the extra door
To let the divorced out with force
And of the course routes, of course
Cleopatra speaking patois with a mouth full of that jerk chicken
With the banana pies that he don't like
Like mosquito bites on the shins or ankles
In the end it bends
Let's begin and pretend it's tranquil
Upset stomach on the boat to Lausanne to see the lion
Carved in the wall by the [?]
To commemorate the soldier dying over old divines
Ergo some empire, not to inch but the entire
More pills mean more spills bout the whore house with the extra door
To let the divorced out with force
And of the course routes, of course
Cleopatra speaking patois with a mouth full of that jerk chicken
With [?] for the curse lifting
Onion bread with the shine to it
It's up and fair to the fine stupid
But she ain't dumb, at least she know that he ain't fun
And neither's Europe, even to the Middle Eastern tourist
With all the spend by the drum [?]
How many millionaires can the slums hold?
Potentially all of us, this whole plane and all the bus
As juggernauts bust through a wall of trust
You strain to see through the fog of dust
Like spaghetti for the meatballs
Of [?] immaculates
Head over heels like the back is flip
Japanese [?]
Love labours, get her backstage like the judge chambers
Onion bread with the shine to it
It's up and fair to the fine stupid
But she ain't dumb, at least she know that he ain't fun
And neither's Europe, even to the Middle Eastern tourist
With all the spend by the drum [?]
How many millionaires can the slums hold?
Potentially all of us, this whole plane and all the bus
As juggernauts bust through a wall of trust
You strain to see through the fog of dust
Like spaghetti for the meatballs
Of [?] immaculates
Head over heels like the back is flip
Japanese [?]
Love labours, get her backstage like the judge chambers
Everyone under the sun loves hugs from a young stranger
Or do us, or [?] us
On boats in the Bay of Pigs
Runaways way with the wayward kids
And the underpaid slaves from Jamaican gigs
Don't shoo us, cause we ain't Bush
[?] don't boo us cause we ain't cooked
But who else could hook the foo-foo up
In this book I mean, dumplings with dark continents
Dumb things even bar common sense
Sometimes, sometimes, sometimes a terpene intertwines with [?]
Rhymes with turbans and removes the minds of serpents
Detergents, deterrents and permits, to build a hut
Or do us, or [?] us
On boats in the Bay of Pigs
Runaways way with the wayward kids
And the underpaid slaves from Jamaican gigs
Don't shoo us, cause we ain't Bush
[?] don't boo us cause we ain't cooked
But who else could hook the foo-foo up
In this book I mean, dumplings with dark continents
Dumb things even bar common sense
Sometimes, sometimes, sometimes a terpene intertwines with [?]
Rhymes with turbans and removes the minds of serpents
Detergents, deterrents and permits, to build a hut
Twerk team, Operation Build-a-Butt
Great like [?] the sleeve
As a king breathes through a silver sieve
Jack and Jill ain't up that hill enough
Filtering lean through a gold grill
Theorize things from [?] hills
The came became what that [?] kills
[?] drills in that hotel, that'll all spill
Looking at space from a submarine
Putting that bass in the club machine
Pushing that cake till that mission [?] face and no love between
Fancy ass man wearing glove and rings
Flying round town in a tub of wings
Found out how to make love to fiends
She mixing that [?] with the drug of dreams
She too teenaged to have a drug of choice
But she fuck with that Royce like she love Detroit
Great like [?] the sleeve
As a king breathes through a silver sieve
Jack and Jill ain't up that hill enough
Filtering lean through a gold grill
Theorize things from [?] hills
The came became what that [?] kills
[?] drills in that hotel, that'll all spill
Looking at space from a submarine
Putting that bass in the club machine
Pushing that cake till that mission [?] face and no love between
Fancy ass man wearing glove and rings
Flying round town in a tub of wings
Found out how to make love to fiends
She mixing that [?] with the drug of dreams
She too teenaged to have a drug of choice
But she fuck with that Royce like she love Detroit
She wrote
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