Puncture the torso, parachute cords low
honestly you don't want it with quarts..no
the fourth flow, fourth quarter, short show
Game winner, Steve Nash the doors closed
get your wheels rotated, your rides retired
leave the leaf fired, rockets take the chief higher
Pop bottles, take shots and then cease fire
Whew! I have nothing else to really go on
they want dark, swag, something to pop my prose off
Come get this 9 iron and watch the pro's golf..
better keep popping the Zoloft I'm a fucking robot
computing calculations carbonated in calcium
calculus calibration consuming my cranium..
captivated by catapults, if I can't do it it can't be done
more twists & turns for those who ain't quick to learn
the rent is too damn high get your eviction termed
my visions worst, my knuckles crack & the victims burn
the ship exploded and the missiles burst..
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