.Our lungs are filled with the purple from the jungle
Never fumble, got the work right by the grundel
Twin dick-sucks for me and my son
That's before he was three, smoking weed in the blunt
Straight from Flushing, where the birds are hanging dead in the window
Scent of garbage mak.
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