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After school aftermath time to change up our current habitat. After school rhyming like fools, but **** us ************* if we don't act like tools. There are time where a person has to forget how to give a **** and times where you have to make sure that people understand that life ***** No more morals, I will no longer be loyal, strapping on my aluminum hat made out of tin foil. Everything is a conspiracy but no one wants to listen to me; to bad that they don't see that we live in the matrix, everyone is plugged into a false reality. Son from zion, son made of ions, forcing out the machines with my inner midi-chlorian. Fe-fi-fo-phom goliath you ain't got none son, all you got is fists and I have a fully automatic tommy gun. Pow pow shot down, all them haters I will shoot down,because to me all you phonies are a bunch of demented clowns.
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Feb 24, 2016
Feb 24, 2016 at 3:14 AM UTC
After School Aftermath
After school aftermath time to change up our current habitat. After school rhyming like fools, but **** us ************* if we don't act like tools. There are time where a person has to forget how to give a **** and times where you have to make sure that people understand that life ***** No more morals, I will no longer be loyal, strapping on my aluminum hat made out of tin foil. Everything is a conspiracy but no one wants to listen to me; to bad that they don't see that we live in the matrix, everyone is plugged into a false reality. Son from zion, son made of ions, forcing out the machines with my inner midi-chlorian. Fe-fi-fo-phom goliath you ain't got none son, all you got is fists and I have a fully automatic tommy gun. Pow pow shot down, all them haters I will shoot down,because to me all you phonies are a bunch of demented clowns.
ClassyJ
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Feb 24, 2016
Feb 24, 2016 at 3:14 AM UTC
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