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ran out of heaven to soon premy baby couldn't wait to get out of the caccoon many of nights watching the moon whyll marooned looking for a way up out this lampooned fuckn buck wild never in denile crazy then a mf as child as a grown embryo nuts is the pinnacle killer on every end of my tentacles I know right tipical wrong side of the tracks brains cell yea I've singed a few high of a beng or 2 shake a 1 shake a 2 chase the next 20 with my sword and a spoon keeps me in tune rest of the world's confused groomed for the lies in a sober man's view and its hysterical I'm the bafoon that can't pick or choice my next move wait that's you wait in line I'll be in the booth layn down facts and you can go to church but watch your asses literally bet your pissed if it don't apply let it flie or do as me see how long I can get high and avoid sleep which intern makes me far from sheepish speak the truth and give no fucks who believes me