Ran rampant in my absence sippin' absinthe
spittin' past tense wrapped in delirium & traction
slippin' back then..slippin' back in
wet as passion gaspin' for air, graspin'...
simple terms, little worm get your symbols burnt
quit it jerk there's no war down in middle earth
just fickle blurts of sarcasm & potential worse
I release a gentle burp that send sentinels first
automatic reaction blastin' out of a boom box
tone it down a bit bastard I hold the key and the tomb locks
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.....laugh....and the world laughs with you
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