lol
Played possum but grew tired of the paradox
Chairman squawked: we should care for lost triceratops
They rarely stalk the barren parts of dark carnivals
but shear it apart, they'll appear from the start, abominable
Endeared harps sing "Dear Gods" and Montescu's
the clear mark of gobbledgook, earmarked the cockatoos
Steer sharks to conquer you. meanwhile we're gargling flea market jamba juice
We own homes, condone poems and snowcones
And kill birds a stone's throw from a throne of bones
When this single's over, I'll whittle over to ice coolers
and throw myself in. Gotta preserve life's future
invade this rat maze with mice troopers
and flay these crab legs with spiced grouper
The decay of rap raises trite rumors
Just take all that pressure with a grain of salt like a rice cooker
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