Mighty Morphing with Power Rangers now I'm your savior.
Ya fucking style is made up of invalid data, I'm out here playing ya.
Crushing artist Who s style is made up oh wait, then I'll be swinging on everyfuckingbodyy it's crazy ain't it.
How dare you come across me I'm faded and full of hatred.
Maybe it might be costly to stick and cave em instead of save em.
But lately I'm feeling froggy I leap at dangerous situations.
Faced a fifth took a hit of a blunt and snorted some angle dust.
Feeling like a zombie off the walking dead lost my head bout a mile back
Going left on the right track, by a ditch where you found me at without a scratch
Write slicker sicker sinister scriptures than Hitler's ministers in the finishers finished
Here to bring an end to ya little run better now down Mr Daniel son
Mr miyagi kick through ya body illuminati they want me but they ain't got me.
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