Labyrinthian Pomp
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- How you wanna tag my style when I am so superior? How you wanna hate a thing when you are so inferior? How you wanna mess how you wanna mess my spotless interior? Let's just say you are not the destroyer I've got my bright girl near me She's so much taller with a crisp endorsement from the C.C.A.A. Booty Patrol She's so meta, references Stendhal Shares my strange urge to smash a window in every house on our block Delinquent days are here again I've got my georgie fruit on He's my dark mutation for my demented past time Giving replicators somewhere to go But we're authentic You can test my talons against your cursive body But the controller sphere has disappeared and it hurts It's like to disappear for ever but I'm not afraid There's two gods for every one, one, two gods for the beasts An hour dead deflects our eggs on latitude 01 degree I trusted you no don't explain Moving in clipped tempos making sad dreams of the flags Appearing crazy how the symbolism works, don't look at them
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