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Mum gave me two mice in a wooden cages dad gave me note book with rice paper pages mice race around all places what I got to do is draw your mouse fuckin faces even if you hate me someone really love when you see me do my thing you can never stop me I feel better when u hear the music pouring like the herb is burning I'm heading to the top I never turning I do it for real and not pretending face me if you can we start the fighting.