SnF verse
Musically, I'm So charged...
No farce, Im fluidly Harpo Marx w joke cards, and a gold harp
A fluently tone sharp Amadeus Mozart mixed with van Gough drog art
In a boneyard of ubiquitous Ozarks, being split with a trochar
Skin thick as a grown shark, resistant to solar, sickness and sonar
They don't know war, I'm Carl von Clauswitz, on the fritz
Draped in a nondescript coat with Vutton imprints taking vodka sips
Innately lost hope; confident in how glock's kick n roger grips
with a bitch, strapped to load on that bondage tip, who wants the dick I
'm donned The Prince, my code of omerta is hold, or fair tough
At home in the harshest weather, since polar bear rugs and arctic winters
My heart hits tempers that cause octave timbres in odd offences
Raise'n cop suspicions, parlay in yachts for business with pocket stipends
drinkin liquors they stop dispensin'
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FFC>FCC
A. bove T. he R. est
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