.Punishin fools with the sword's pointy end
Straight through/ no punch-ins that's for munchkins
I'm a man battlin psychosis
My gift is their cruse
Brain filled to the brim with words
My mouth stay running
Spittin nothing but verbs
Mumblin to myself
While standin on curb
Foo.
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