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no hap hazard the sights clear as danger in your moment i anger n wipe citys off the map since my birth i rip n cut cut n trip up phone lines n distortion up any frequency so no bs u best have walkie the talkie you reminds me of Culkin with the a talkman to rock on the cockman ...im bog the nog the head to the dead n lead for the fed he helping n ynow he yeling yelping im reppin high purity of my bewares im danger big bad mad so be a little lad tad fuk out my vicious vicinity be for i have the epiphany to up my all my ante im no cells to tower i blower my its over dozer like i big bad wolf barking n biting rippin hitt. n go ask 3 little figs the house blown to smitherins im explaining my exploitive belief whole milk sours right the hour coward between ur fems n thems cant save u left out the cold with no door to get back n .y n my stack the track jack a sack lines dead u gets no signal if u like to make a pray please hang up the now n accept the lord as UR savior befor i endeavor my sacrifice to the skys night lights ryesights hindsights our now ours n dope lines like cut those phone lines may as the well throw em tied up over the powerlined n nextvthe tays i chuckie dis the play.im bar the pace the space the dis the face gloves dun un the laced n stingin ringin n my singing n hanging em stringing em out to high the fly the up the die n them skys eyes r the tonights n