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Sep 2016
I'm King of the *****
Dragging my jaws of life claws
all the way to the vault doors
like where's my barnacle crown at

Now is that anyway to treat your Lord
I'll rat-a-tat-tat across every carnivore
like that bloated comet did the dinosaurs
Only a coward feasts on a corpse
that's why my food stays with its pulse
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what a waste
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