The explosions were timed...
Beneath the table, roped in twine.
My hand, wasted the smoking dime.
Protected rubber grip, Trojan time.
Each shot rang out, awoke at 9.
Pulling strings, aired out, polka vibes
Vodka straight, cup cold as ice.
Malnutrition of a sober mind
Alarm slipped the broken vice.
Guarded armory, hope inside.
Safe, close to La Costra Nostra types.
Paycheck cut, the quota's fine.
Keys cut different, rickroll defined.
Over enunciate the quoted line.
not another rhymer dopamine
Acting pressurized soda like.
It's ok to play it cool....
You're supposed to.....right?
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