so push to the floor and ground yourself whore, this is a problem that needs analytical minds to piece together a rhyme so fucking divine, that it baffles the minds of individuals and citizens that listen to it Risnia and Xanax are needed when you go ahead and bounce to it. Pounce to it round house kick straight to the fucking face pass this place its filled to the brim with a maces to waste, waste away to play the game to tap your deck of cards against the forehead of your adversaries it gets scary, carry your bank to the sanctuary not ordinary but legendary, give me a minute im popping this cherry after a pill for it is necessary. pissing off the banker with the funds ive encumbered, ive always wanted comfort and that shit got granted but was never handed to me, ive wandered and wondered that one day id get stranded and disbanded, so I feel like I had to be better for everyone is rising, shit its lining cocaine refining i am trying to sigh and looking at this cop in fucking cyan, im way to anal to talk about emotions its always a messed up game in slow-motion get it good and its a promotion get it bad your ass is dead and you get demotivated demasculated and start to think you hated round about the same as a demotion... (do da do da, do da do da, do da do da)
