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Death of sarcasm stuck in my ink,
Threats and hate palmed up in my checks,
too clean to be dirtied up ces.
A fact I'll be through with my clutch.
Still the talons try to leave me on gush.
I killed Weezing now they're money's all hush.
Thought I felt rise, now I'm taking my rush.
If Superman ain't never died then I'm lush.
And if the gun ain't stabbing me then my brain must be mush. Huh.
Threats and hate palmed up in my checks,
too clean to be dirtied up ces.
A fact I'll be through with my clutch.
Still the talons try to leave me on gush.
I killed Weezing now they're money's all hush.
Thought I felt rise, now I'm taking my rush.
If Superman ain't never died then I'm lush.
And if the gun ain't stabbing me then my brain must be mush. Huh.