My septic's anti on the skeptical Who jocks And disavow ya actions, who's your agent 2nd letter 'cause you're actin' like A charlatan not Let's say your froidian slips On transmissions kicked daily Don't let perpetual lies be the reason why Treason play the seasonin' On the pessimism in your thoughts Meager is you game - hand, no trumps As teep mentat poke martian, Caught 'cha frontin' I peeped ya from da jump I take it for true that plagarism Captivates, your vision is blurred, Your head's swollen, crab You irritate my scrotum I recognize the pattern of your ways, your swaze Portrayed on the relay, some say Another one of you is born every day No, better yet, I'm not one to even take it that far Yo! Where's that fuckin' bluestar...
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