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"We now present to you...music" up*
"Music to you stutter"

[Aesop
been a biplane dog fighter Henson invention
Trooper burst result of Dragon Z/Speed Racer gene splicing
Mach force, blind the style from the common dirty
Destiny dream sighting, as split the prints
God shit the planet "What on Earth is that?"
I sit back five
Only to muscle the specimen
tragic fatality successful dodging violets
All hail Mary and dollies!
I ridiculous, indigenous to now
Who the fifth golden ticket?
Saw the wicked war phantom mansion beyond the
The next door to when the stickball clears the fence
hesitate to fetch it!
I was walking through a pinball tilt landscape
Terradactle circling
I bite the in a wingspan shadow
and rust the oxygen gulps
And spit the metal back up the barrel
We icegrill the (right)
The common decency factors a lowball estimate of
My testament is striking b-boy
Dancing past the foggy
With wipes the billy goat beard, camoflague the spirit
I'm at six degrees of sexy
Yeah swam up inside summerjam classic
the bed backwards bastard
Scaverning the grounds for an outlet
WHO THE IS AES ROCK?
I'm not a to keep at arms length
to little lattice quilt makeshift
Sick security mechanism, your mission
I am not a vision, check mission
a simple sourpatch delinquent
No it will not help you your Lincoln

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I settle
I alone in the mud
I alone, I condone zone planting
I alone in a social coma
All up to your dome, follow I

"Now you see me, now you don't" Man]

[Aesop
Well he was enough but still scraped up
Taki 183 for the kids
foot ironlung honor
Escape through the like a disgruntled teen Krylon bomber
Without a care inside posting the roster
Mal-adjusted blank faced civilian dispersed
in several separate defunct fame-booster modules
This nervous twitch mark the most ingredient
See Aesop starving troops in cell with strap-on feeding bins
(More like) Like I'd auction off a fuck for that cause you ride in
I'd rather find the floors and watch you them
Feel the haggered look penetrate brain
Blasting clear out the of this batches sour wind collection
(FLASH FLOODER!)
You're a fuckin toy
A goddamn four string trading card
The reason they decorate the fonts of closing
To boost amusement after fading hard
Catch Z's than Rip Van Winkle's 12 Step Narcolepsy Seminar
The action, we all compete the illusion
The commonfolk, I em all
Challenge balance
I alone pour talent while they
If the revolution ain't gon' be
fuck, I'll probably miss it

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