...yet they Hyde when it's opportune.
Fly like Jeff Goldblum before Will Smith's cigar salute.
Death's absolute, but I play it like Daffy in an Elmer toon.
A Sailor's Moon, acting an ass on that flow til they can tailor doom.
Mailer Daemon- you can't get through to me, junk mail for those mailing poons.
Derailing you, nailing, impaling you... bars, but no jailing due.
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Ahem.
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