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I stand upon the precipice of honesty and homicide. Step aside unless you want a glimpse inside the monster’s mind. Mastermind of mutant-kind, a putrid kind of mutiny. Mind-meld magician who’s weaving, despite the scrutiny. Judge not lest I be judged, or so I’m hopin’. Overcookin’ confidence, notice the shit smokin’. Evokin’ certain feelings while others remain open to interpretation based on the shape of your frame chosen. Snort star dust, shootin’ up recompense inside a chamber decorated double with your decadence somewhere between Andromeda and Breckenridge in a compound choppin’ local rappers up for bref-a-kist. Kill two, praise one; that’s the way my jam thumps over these retarded drums that Filthy built with phantoms. Deus Ex Machina, a capellas is opera operatin’ in proper top position playin’ popular. 20 face death machine I smoke it when I need to clarify I’m arrow in the darkness +3 (oooooh). Pharaoh of the paralyze department trust me, to paraphrase, I’m perilous my parables must be true.

Re-iterate regurgitated scraps off the dinner plate. This is what a soul sounds like when it incinerates. One small step for man and that’s fine. Just wake my ass up when it’s close to tax time. Flat line physics got a past a time bliss it’s almost enough to tip Nostalgia for the business. Instead, I keep on truckin’ like “Fuck it, it’s overrated” – keeping countenance with cowards’ll get your carcasses cremated. To follow I and I is to spy Sinai come alive, cyanide creature crawl inside your eye, sigh a lie, try a “Hi” by and by diatribe firefly, flyer ride, so divine. Bogies on my six all flyin’ in threes but I’m aligned with the seas – Touch Leviathan Sneeze. I be the apostrophe personalizin’ my apostasy, possibly lip-lockin’ with light beams sloppily. I am the fiendish freedom fighter, the single sire, bring this evil fire back home. Fuck it.

[This is the message you should harken. This is the Gritface talkin’. ]

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