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they don’t want smoke though
cuckold types grip tight to the mold
wrapped in their feelings like choke hold
y'all don’t know me, holmes
no clone or throne shiftin’
bones clickin’
while i’m blowin’ out your biome
my zone
dial tone
fresh
no lettuce
hesh to death express
for every guest
let’s get it
how hard it’s been
you’ll never guess
i made it
that says it
they can poke fun and look dumb
i’m so pleasant
no slop doowop
for free range pheasants
just make sure you spell my name out
displayed in presents
no more panic button
i’ll just push these lessons
and bench press definition
at every exhibition
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