Fund druggies, won Bundy's case, still nobody runs from me
Please don't talk slobberknockers with me, you'll get your gums bloody
Scum, grungy, like your high horse floats in the slum gully
We can scrimmage until the continent parts, so much for Australians who love rugby
I make psychological capital. The next archetype for Jung country
Don't fear divines. Just clear the blinds, we'll toast with beer and wine
I'm like Anne Frank in the attic... I'll join the ghosts up here in time
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